My Father’s Bowling Ball
When I was growing up, one of my fondest memories was watching the cricket with my Dad. He would tell me all about the game, how it was played and who was playing. But this was nothing compared to how excited he got when the ten pin bowling would come on during the lunch break.
He loved ten pin bowling and when he spoke about how they played, his face would light up. He would always pull out his bowling ball and show me his style.
When he took us bowling, he would bring his ball with him.
I never really shared his enthusiasm for the game however I know how much it meant to him and I always loved how his ball looked like the earth.
It is an endearing and enduring part of childhood.
Anonymous LBD client