Paul Johnson Golf Lessons in Kingsland

My father introduced golf to me when I was three years old. He would take me to play 18-holes and if I was good, I would receive a Snickers after the front 9 and a Frosty Root Beer after the round. For the next few years, I continued to follow along with my Dad for the coke and Snickers and would take a few swings too. But during a family vacation to Great Britain, I persuaded Dad (with Mom's help) to allow me to play golf with him at the birthplace of golf; St Andrews, Scotland.