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Most Memorable round: Wailea Golf Club (Emerald course)—it was the first time I played an entire round with a single ball and the first time I parred a hole (on the par-3 8th hole).

Most memorable round: Roughly 10 years ago, I was playing with my parents at their course in Sweden. This semi-annual excursion is usually a mixed bag of emotions for me (my father, who started teaching me the game when I was 7, drives me a little nuts on the golf course—my mom says it's because we're both too competitive, but I think it's just a matter of looking differently at pace of play and etiquette).

By the time we got to the 11th hole, I was ready to throw my clubs in the river and walk home, partly from frustration over my own game and partly from frustration over my dad's overzealousness. After pulling my tee shot on the par-3 that followed into a bunker, I stomped back to my bag, fished out another ball and threw it onto the tee box, then promptly hit it without even teeing it up (it was one of those rounds—we weren't scoring and played two balls on some holes). I don't even think I aimed anywhere, I was so ticked off (my temper has greatly approved since then, I promise).

Miraculously, it went in the hole, at which point I started jumping up and down and shouting gleefully (I had never had a hole-in-one before). My dad, at first, said nothing, then looked up at me and uttered: "Nice par."

Most Memorable Round: I was studying English Literature at Edinburgh University when my Dad flew over to visit. He claimed it was to see me but I knew the truth—the old man was finally going to take advantage of my close proximity to the birthplace of golf. He played several courses around the capital while I attended classes. Near the end of the week he couldn't wait any longer, so we took a road trip up to St Andrews. I can't remember his score, or what my best shot was, but I'll never forget the look on my fathers face—sheer joy!

Ironically, my father had always wanted my sister and me to play golf growing up (the first thing he bought us as babies were plastic golf clubs). But since our entire family eats, breathes and sleeps the game—we girls rebelled and chose to run track and play volleyball instead. Now that I work at Golf For Women, and I've taken up the game (my co-workers were quite impressed with my swing at a recent golf outing), my father's dream has finally come true. Now all I have to do is get him on Augusta National!

Most Memorable Round: Playing the Irish Course at Whistling Straits several years ago. I had been struggling my entire round—which included almost knocking a caddie's eye out with one of my drives—but on the final approach shot, over water, I hit the ball perfectly and it sailed over the drink onto the green. A great ending in a spectacular setting!