When I was young, my father took me to the golf course. He was spending his Sunday relaxing while teaching me a little bit about his hobby. While we relaxing and as I was listening to my father, he asked me what do I find interesting to do during my spare time. It was then that she appeared. Beautiful golden hair, elegantly walking towards our direction, and gently spoke “would you like to play a game of archery with me?”
The day was just starting, as a young boy with nothing else to do, I gladly accepted the offer from the mysterious girl. It turned out that she was the daughter of one of my father’s golf buddy. She’s 3 years older than me, and swept my heart away like the gentle flow of the wind. I accepted her offer without actually having any idea what game we were about to do. She chuckled when I asked her what archery was and gave me a simple explanation.
Archery, in the most basic sense, is a sport or skill of shooting with a bow and arrows at the designated target. Sounds fun, was my first thought, and being taught by an elegant tutor, what a wonderful way to spend the day! We arrived at the area with a few people already playing archery. Sophia, the girl’s name, showed me how it’s done by doing it herself at first. She then passed the bow and arrow to me and told me to try and imitate her. Result, utter failure, the arrow went past the target board and hit the tree a few meters from the target.
She told me it was alright, not everyone hits their target the first time. She then told me to take the same position I had before released the arrow. She guided my shoulders a little bit to the left, whispered to my ear “take a deep breath and focus on the board”. She held my right arm a little and raised it a little higher. When she told me to release the arrow, the result was quite surprising. It totally missed the target. However, upon closer look, the arrow that hit the tree, actually hit an apple!
She smiled and told me to try to hit the target this time without any assistance. I took my stance, remembered my breathing, her words echoed in my mind, focused on the target, and as I released the arrow, time slowed down and without blinking an eye, I saw the arrow hit the board! Although it wasn’t the red dot, I was quite happy I was able to hit the target! Without receiving any help, I was able to actually properly hit the board. As if looking happy for me, Sophia gently smiled at me.
We took turns playing the game and had a wonderful time. We even competed who would hit the target the most, of course it was her overwhelming victory. Time really flies by, as we were getting hyped with archery, our parents told us that it’s time to go home. I was a little sad that our precious time was about to end, but her parting words lit a light in my hearth. “Next time, try to win against me” with a smile, she walked away. As if responding to her words, my thoughts screamed: let the games begin!