Essay on The Day Of The Bowling Alley

1505 Words Dec 9th, 2016 7 Pages
It’s a typical Saturday morning- I fall out of bed, crawl up the stairs, and pour myself a bowl of Fruit Loops. The eating is slow because I do not plan on doing anything special today. At least, that’s what I believe until my monotonous meal is interrupted as my dad strolls into the kitchen. “Ryker,” he says, “We are going bowling today; be ready to leave in twenty minutes.” Bowling! Excitement floods my mind as I tell myself that today will be the day that I will finally attain the hundred mark. Triple digits. I can’t remember my last score, but I know it was in the 70-80 range. I inhale the rest of my Fruit Loops, choking once, then run downstairs to get dressed. After I finish throwing on a pair of jeans and a purple T-shirt, we hop in the car, and depart for the bowling alley. When we arrive at the bowling alley, we wait in line for others to get their shoes. Patiently awaiting my turn, I observe one young child bowl a strike and an old man throw a gutter ball. Having paid and received our shoes, we wander over to our table and slide on our shoes. As I tighten my shoelaces, a dark green, fourteen pound bowling ball catches my eye. I put my fingers in the holes, my middle and ring fingers sliding in the top two holes, my thumb in the bottom- it’s a perfect fit. Barely able to contain my excitement, I wait my turn; my sister bowls, then my brother. A bead of sweat runs down my back; it is my turn to tackle the challenge.
I step up to the line, then turn around and take…

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