The Day Of The Bowling Alley Essay

1516 Words Dec 8th, 2016 7 Pages
It’s a typical Saturday morning- I get out of bed, walk 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 walks into the kitchen. “Ryker,” he says, “We are going bowling today; be ready leave in twenty minutes.” Bowling! Excitement floods my mind as I tell myself that today will be the day that I will finally hit 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 make our way to 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 watch as others bowl. One young child bowls a strike; an old man throws a gutter ball. Having paid and received our shoes, we walk 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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