I made my first ever hole in one the 4. july. When living in Norway, I have no need to celebrate the day. So we ended up spending the day playing golf. There was just one problem, though. My eyesight was really bad. So when I shot the perfect shot on the second hole, and it majestically floated down onto the green, making a pitchmark 4 feet in front of the hole, then dropping into the hole, I had no idea. Because I didn't even see it in the air. Although I couldn't see it, my dad did. But he wasn't really sure, because the hole was 168 meters. However, walking up to the hole and seeing it in the cup was an outstanding feeling. Just too bad I didn't see it. it's quite shocking how big your ego can get after an shot. Although, when teeing up to the next hole, I pulled it right into the forest.