Born in 1957, I fell in love with the game in the early 70s. Worked at Carl's Golfland for 8 years back then. While we waited for the driving range to close at 11 pm on summer nights, we'd take a phone book out into the parking lot, set a ball on the cover of the book, and hit wedges to the 1st green of the little par 3 that used to be there. (I used to be a good wedge player.)
Grew up playing at Forest Lake CC (private) and Pontiac Municipal (very public). FLCC had some of the most difficult greens I'd ever putted and there was OB on almost every hole. (I used to putt well and hit the ball straight.) Pontiac Municipal (aka "The City Course") was 5,689 yards from the tips, with fairways that were always brown and hard as a parking lot. The greens were just as hard, but they were green. My high school golf team never lost a home match, as our unknowing opponents would fly wedges into the first green and watch helplessly as their balls would bounce 10 feet in the air on their way into the woods behind and below the green. After that, they need had a chance. (I used to be able to hit tasty, low pitches into hard greens.)