Breathing a little easier knowing that "Mr. Gant" made it through his eye surgery without a hitch, it was time to relax with the boys at the bowling alley. Saturday was "Boy's Night Out" with the school age services program, although the bowling alley was open to adults wanting to play too, so my fiance and I decided to join the boys on our own lane. It was fun to work out my bowling muscles again. The bowling alley is fairly small here, only 8 lanes, and between the three reserved by the kids, and the four others already occupied by adult groups, there was only one lane left, the buffer between the little boys and the big boys where I was told by one of the kids that it was "boy's night out, not girls." :) I replied that the alley was also open to adults, so it was okay for me to be here. Ranging from 6-12 years old, the boys rocked the lanes without stopping for the entire three hours of the scheduled event, bragging about how many "points" or strikes they had, even though they weren't writing anything down and really had no idea how to keep score. Having fun was the point of the night, and that, they did!
Going bowling was a favorite, or actually still is, activity for my dad and me when I was growing up, especially after my parent's divorce. We didn't always see eye to eye in the younger years of our relationship, and we often argued concerning our differing views of the world and life in general, as I figure most teenagers do with their parents at some point or another, but bowling together eased the tensions we had and always gave us something to look forward to during our limited time together. It was the one thing we definitely agreed upon! :) My dad taught me most of what I know about how to bowl, and when I set my mind to it, and get back in the habit, I can throw a pretty decent game. Unfortunately, dad wasn't there to help me on Saturday, and my game suffered. It's been a while, so I struggled to get back up to speed, and by game number two, it was coming back, but by then, it was time to go. I hope to have a chance to play with dad when I make it home in a couple of weeks. We didn't get to play during our visit this past summer, and with Mr. Gant's eye, we may not be able to this time, unless we are able to sneak off on our own because I don't know if bowling will be an "approved activity" for our patient. Either way, I look forward to some precious time with my parents. I hope my children will be able to look back at their times with us and have many fond, fond memories like I do. It's not been until I began detailing some of these times in this blog, that I realized how many I have. We tend to remember the tough times over the good ones, but there are always a few flowers that can be found in between the weeds of our experiences. You simply have to take the time to remember and appreciate them, and when you do, life becomes that much sweeter and more appealing in the process! Care to share a sweet memory from your childhood? Leave a comment to today's blog entry if you do...
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