Fresh Cut Grass

    Whenever I get the smell of fresh cut grass in my nose, I always think back to playing golf as a little kid. Don't get me wrong, I still play golf often, but this smell brings me back to a time of freedom and no responsibility. As a child, golf was purely fun. I never had to worry about making a team or playing good in a tournament. It was just about whacking some balls with your buddies while you laugh and have a good time. I see golf as more of a job now. It's serious and there are consequences if you do not perform. While I was being recruited by a college scout, I remember being so stressed out and feeling like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. This isn't how it should be and I'm reminded of that every time this sense is triggered. I think this trigger might be related to the fact that I would always go to golf camp early in the mornings during the summer. This is when the dew is still freshly scattered across the newly cut grass. That smell would always get me in a competitive mood, especially on tournament day.