One of my odd childhood memories is taking the bus to high school my first two years and watching the from-the-ground-up construction of a new golf course located behind our subdivision.
Growing up, I was accustomed to seeing a lot of run-of-the-mill courses in our area, nothing special. But this sucker was different. It was to be patterned after a Scottish golf course layout, complete with the unkempt looking vegetation and hills scattered about. I think I only played the course twice, once almost putting out a backyard window of one of the homes that lined the track.