I watch my son's Valkyrie inexplicably sail through a phalanx of huge pines, turnover and head for the road, but since we are high up on Columbia, SC Earlewood Park's #18 it has room to come back--and oh does it. Right underneath the basket. A 3 on this hole is a score I treasure, but witnessing a 2 on this hole by my 13 yr. old son is what brought me the most joy. Most of the time a 13 yr old boy just grunts to you when asked, "how was your day at school?" or "what do you want to do on this fine Saturday morning?" But when talking disc golf his mouth actually opens and words come out. Finding something that I can connect with my son is important to me. My dad wasn't around too much when I was 13. He was always working too hard. I know he loved me with all his heart, but he just couldn't be there. Now that I have time I want to spend it with my kids. What excites me the most is that my kids want to spend time with me playing disc golf. Last week I asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday. I reminded him we didn't have much money. His reply was quick, "I want us all to go disc golfing dad, just our family." When most teenagers prefer the constant company of their friends or their phones, he wanted most of all to be out in nature--- throwing plastic--- with his family. When he put his disc in for that 2 on #18 Ethan couldn't wipe the smile off of his face as I was still commenting in awe on how incredible his shot was. On the way home we talked a little more than we usually do, and not just about disc golf either. I am thankful for a sport that can bring a father and son together on his birthday that didn't cost a dime. The moment, was the greatest treasure.