When I was a little kid my dad would take me out with his buds in Davis CA around 1990. One of his buds had a kid named Sean, who I became friends with. Eventually he moved to Denver and my family fallowed a few years later. Sean and I didn't hang out much during high school, but ended up working together during summer break from college. Found out we had inherited our dads discs and played casually. Wasn't long before we started playing and discgolf became a priority. I remember how long it took to learn to throw backhand, but how great it felt when i learned to throw it. Then how to throw it far, then hyzer and anhyzer. I now play several times a week and I'm always looking forward to the next round. Girlfriends get mad that I find more time for discin than them... I have no regrets about that.