There is one activity that takes me back to my youth like no other. I shouldn’t just use the word activity either. It was more of a lifestyle for our family and strangely it was the same for my husband as well.
Of course I am talking about bowling. Not just bowling but growing up in bowling alleys. Every week, maybe 2x a week we would find ourselves in the bowling alley. For my Dad and brother that number could be doubled.
So many memories of area bowling alleys. They begin when I was little. Bowling alleys used to have nurseries, I used to be checked in. Then I graduated to video games, the snack bar and the locker area. I meet other kids and we would keep ourselves busy. It was always a blast. Also, nothing beats bowling alley french fries.
Now you know what I mean when I say lifestyle. We would even stay after hours so my Dad could play cards with his pals in the lounge. That was always peanuts and jukebox time, plus a sit-down pac-man machine.
So many fond memories. Interestingly enough, I never turned out to be a bowler. My husband did but hasn’t bowled lately.
Well it turns out that the bowler blood still runs in the family … My sister in law took Preston last year and he loved it so much. We decided to take him and he was over the moon about it.
He loves it, loves it. Which is great because up until now he has not wanted to join any form of extra curricular activities. He even stopped going to karate after a couple of months.
He wants to join a league. I am happy for him. He is good to boot, he averages 105. YEAH!
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