He also found his old bowling ball and decided to take me to the bowling alley in SM Southmall! Please note that I am in no way a bowling expert of any sort; I've gone bowling with my high school friends a couple of times. But really, all I could remember was that the ball was so heavy, I was certain that the floor might crack with the way I threw it, and that my hand and forearm would hurt the next day.
Meanwhile, my dad was a bit rusty at first, but during the second game, I think he got his groove! He kept making a lot of strikes. On the otherhand, I was only capable of making spares. I couldn't do a single strike, but that's okay. We played thrice, and I enjoyed all of them despite the instances when my ball would go into the gutter. Huhu.
It's a bright orange! I have love-hate relationship with orange. I think I will talk about it in a separate post.
Meanwhile, my dad was a bit rusty at first, but during the second game, I think he got his groove! He kept making a lot of strikes. On the otherhand, I was only capable of making spares. I couldn't do a single strike, but that's okay. We played thrice, and I enjoyed all of them despite the instances when my ball would go into the gutter. Huhu.
I had to admit that I was very self-conscious at first because there were a lot of people playing. But then as I went on with it, I saw that no one really cared unless they were playing with you. Basically, you do you.
As I type this, my hand doesn't hurt, yay! I have my dad to thank, because he taught me the proper form and the proper way to hold the ball.
Here's a time lapse video I took with my phone!
Thank you for reading, dear reader!
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