Bowling

When I was little, I enjoyed playing bowling. My youngest sister did, too, but her participation in the game only involved arranging the pins and collecting the ball for me. She would always mirthfully remind me of this and how I abused her kind nature, for which I would always respond that she voluntarily played that role and would even shriek with delight while running after the ball and the scattered pins. Anyway, me bowling then did not translate to being a good bowler now. Here’s me trying my very best.

I spent the afternoon with some of my friends. We ate lunch, played bowling and then ate some more. It was really nice just catching up and laughing with them. Good friends are indeed rare and hard to find. But what’s harder is scoring a strike!

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