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We would take the binoculars and see how far dad's shot is. We'll try counting how many flew over the net and will shout the number of balls that flew out . People would stare but dad would still concentrate on his positioning and swings.Most of the time, I would observe how far his shot is and hoped that one day I'll whack that stupid white ball out of that place. It's quite annoying. It would be like world peace after a war. I find it really stupid now .