Freedom was never something I had to question. It’s strange, but I never wanted to rebel. At least not in the way some of my friends did. Rebelling, for me, is finding my way in the professional world while bucking the traditional college route.
Growing up homeschooled had a huge affect on me. Rather than being stuck behind a desk for 8 hours a day, I was out learning in a way that was fun for me. Instead of opening a physics textbook, I would go out and experiment by hitting a golf ball. I noticed how, when I swung the club from the inside-out, I would impart right-to-left spin on the ball, leading to a nice, soft draw.
I took other lessons from the golf course. Being a 13-year-old kid coming up on a threesome of older golfers and asking if I could join them was a crash course in human relations, since, you know, I actually related to humans, instead of discussing theory in a classroom.
Being a kid without huge financial backing, I had to maximize the value I got out of my memberships and was very frugal when it came to buying clubs. I wouldn’t take the set off the pro shop wall. I went online, found components, and made my own clubs. I once again found my own way to do things.