The big past-time for just about all males here in Grove City is Disc Golf, and the bug finally bit our boys. (Thankfully no ticks have bit them yet!) Almost every day they had to Memorial Park to play for hours.
Outside our house the back step is littered with dozens of discs and bags to hold them.... and yet I regularly hear that the boys need more discs. They have all kinds of lingo I don't understand and there seems to be all kinds of science wrapped up in these circles of plastic --which all look the same to me, but I am assured they most definitely are not.
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