I have been a golf trainer since I was thirteen. Well, that’s not the total truth. You see, I have always wanted to ride in those little cute golf carts, because they look like so much fun. When I told my friends about my fantasy, they laughed and told me that my dreams were about as little as the people riding inside it. That’s not true. I see so many people riding in golf carts, and that is the only reason that I decided to train to become a trainer. To me, first comes the fun and then comes the work. I know that it’s really the other way around, but since I am only a little kid I don’t have to work so hard. I have to write about the first time I drove one of those things. My mom let me drive all by myself even though I didn’t have my license. I don’t really think you need one to drive them. So I sat in the cart’s little chair and I put my foot to the pedal. Whoa! I accelerated too fast and there was a whole shebang! sound. I got really dizzy as I sped along the path of the golf course and I almost hit a tree. I must have been going ten miles per hour! I think the tank ran out of gas because not long afterwards the whole cart short stopped. I got out and collapsed on the grass from the entire trauma. I think I definitely need to get my license.