Here’s a little-known fact about me: When I was in sixth and seventh grade, I was in a bowling league. That’s but one of the nerdy things about me, along with the fact that I skipped third grade, was pulled out of regular school classes for “advanced” classes after skipping that grade, took grade eight and nine French in one year, and was a peer tutor for Algebra 11 and Algebra 12.
We signed our kids (And us!) up for free bowling coupons (American friends, you can use them too), and yesterday was the first time we cashed them in. We tend to spend most afternoons at the beach, but the afternoon consisted of more clouds than sunshine and we headed to the bowling alley.
I am not a competitive person by nature. Competing makes me nervous, as exhibited by every racing post I’ve written. I was there to have fun, and to teach my kids that even just knocking pins down was something to be celebrated. They’d each been a few times between birthday parties and such, but this was the first time the five of us bowled together.
They not only hit pins, they each got a few spares and strikes. (YAY!) The last time I bowled was before we even had our kids and I won every game. It’s been twelve years since then and I … knocked it out of the park.
(I scored 182 and then 198.)
The afternoon was hilarious because Matthew is a natural athlete (He can run 10K once a year, with no training, and kill it. He’s also a local legend when it comes to basketball, and rocks every sport)(That’s where Nathan gets it from) but he’s not the best bowler. His body wanted him to knock down one. Pin. At. A. Time. He would hit a pin, turn with a WTH? face as he grabbed the next ball, and we’d all laugh. (With him. Not at him. Okay, sometimes at him.)
He was a good sport about it all, as was I, especially when he chose to follow/mock my technique. You see, I take two steps, do some kind of hippity-hop, and then the bowling ball rolls off of my fingers and I knock down many pins, if not all of them. I cannot help my little skippety-skip dance, and have been doing it since I was ten. His rendition is much more dramatic, especially with his six-foot-two wing span. His rendition didn’t help his score, but we all had a good laugh while he skipped down the lane with his arms flailing. I’m sure my natural technique was humorous to other bowlers, as it should be.
We all had a blast, and the kids cannot wait until we bowl again. In Sunday school this morning, when asked what they were looking forward to this summer, they each included “bowling” in their list of activities.
Maybe I’ll even let them win a game or two.