Before a lot of kids graduate high school they make a list of things they want to accomplish by a certain age.

I set my standards low so I wouldn't disappoint myself. Some of the things I wanted to achieve by age 30 included:1) move out of my parents' house; 2) get a full-time job that paid better than minimum wage; 3) own my own vehicle, even if it was a Ford Pinto or a AMC Pacer.

According to my list, I'm a success.

Since this is a sports column, I've decided to make a laundry list of endeavors I want to accomplish in the sporting world before I die. For some reason, I get the feeling I'm not going to be as successful as my other marvelous list.

3 I want to par hole No. 4 at Washburn's Painted Woods Golf Course. It's an uphill 453 yarder, a par-6 for women.

It seems more like the hole stretches to Coleharbor. I don't think I've ever played that hole in fewer than 10 strokes.

Everything I've been taught about golf vanishes when I step onto the No. 4 tee. Power is my strength, but I'm lucky if I can hit the ball 50 yards on No. 4. If I do smack a good one, it slices into Painted Woods Creek.

To avoid frustrations and temper tantrums, my golf partner, Colette Ronderos, and I often skip No. 4.

3 Since we're talking about golf, next on my list is to ace one hole before I die. Maybe I should worry more about just putting the ball on the green rather than in the cup immediately.

"Happy Gilmore" once said that the game of golf would be so much easier if he just fired a hole-in-one on every shot. I agree.

3 Before you lower me into the ground I would like to know what it's like to get flattened on the football field. I would like to run a route, haul in a pass from the quarterback and have a linebacker level me.

Sound silly?

In high school girls don't get to play football so I don't know the feeling of a bone-jarring hit. It must be fun because boys suit up for it every year.

Instead of asking Myron Schulz for permission to attend a University of Mary practice, I might aim for the junior high level first.

Just a side note for you guys. A lot of women are interested in the games on Sundays. We don't want to just cook the chili for you and your buddies. We want to eat it with you, curse at the TV and punish the remote when our team gives up an 80-yard touchdown run.

3 I would like to ride a bucking bull for 8 seconds. I grew up on a farm and avoided our family's bull named "Doris" (we also had a tomcat named "Shirley"). Doris looked mean and pawed the ground when he caught sight of anybody. I always wished he would end up in our deep freezer, neatly stacked and wrapped.

I'd like to know how physically punishing it can be to ride a bull. I'd like to know what goes through a person's mind when they jump on an angry beast that weighs a ton, is kicking the chute and is blowing snot out of his nose.

I'd like to know just how challenging it is to stay on the animal that's cutting half moons into the dirt. I'd like to know how fast one's heart can race while they are running for cover from a mad bull that desperately wants out of the arena.

3 My final goal is more realistic. I'd like to be able to run a mile without stopping for a rest. I used to be able to do it in high school (although I wasn't that good at it). Now, I would need to pitch a tent and camp out over night and finish the race the next day.

There's nothing fun about running, but I respect and admire those who do it. Whenever I would run, all I would think about is how tired I was and how much fun it would be to sit on the couch.

Lists can be fun, no matter how goofy or serious you make them.

(CindyPeterson is a Tribune sports writer.)