Not at first...I was told by some of the cheerleaders that I should try out, that I would make a good cheerleader, which did wonders for my self-esteem, but was of course, not allowed to do.
My junior year I had severe depression, was questioning the "truth," and my parents thought an extracurricular activity would keep me from brooding in my room after school. Golf was approved, as there were no night games, and I wouldn't miss any meetings. My sister, another girl (a LDS) and I made up the first high school girls team. We called ourselves the Piddle Sisters--Wormburner Piddle, Elephant'sAss Piddle (you know, "it's high and it stinks") and Divot-Thrower Piddle. We had a blast. I got an award at the sport's banquet for most improved--from 100 strokes for 9 holes down to 70!