I was 16 and had just gotten my license. I was driving on the road parallel to a hole at the local country club when a ball landed not far in front of me (coming right at me) and bounded right over my car from bow to stern. If I’d been at that spot a fraction of a second sooner, it would have come right through the windshield and I probably wound’t be here to tell the tale. That was damn scary and I still remember it 54 years later! God was with me that day.
Got hit square in the back with a golf ball. Stupid me was in the wrong place.