I had my first golf cart very young. Sometime, my father says that he wants to have a golf trolley, but I think cart is more handsome. I love to walk beside his golf cart, it is a good experience. And I believe that it is the thing I love most.
However, I met Henry when I am a junior. At that time, he is already 20 years old, roughly a pretty guy. He has a very nice smile, and the first time I heard his voice, I find that I love him, more than my own cart.
Girls always take their first love seriously. In order to please Henry, I stopped playing golf with my father, throwing away my precious golf cart, and begin to learn basketball. Well, although sometimes it hurts, I am happy and satisfied with that.
However, things never go as you wish. After a year happy time, there was someone get into Henry and me, and we finally broke up after timeless quarrel. That is a hard time for me, and I can no longer play basketball. We father was so worried about this and he try to asked me to play golf again. He brings me the old golf cart I had once played and told me if the only thing we could now seize is memory, then we must try our best to seize it. At that time, I find that my father is really a wise man and I begin to enjoy golf game. And when I push my trolley on the green, my mood turns better.
Time flies, both Henry and me are met our fate one. And one day, when my husband and I have a visit in France I was surprise to find that Henry was also in the golf green. However, he was on his golf cart while my husband is push a golf cart.
“Hi, you are there.” The only words leave for us to say. Henry is no more my Henry, while my golf cart is a new one. Past is the pass. And we all need to move on. This is my story with golf cart.
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