Good times, remembered

While enjoying a lovely evening of bowling tonight, a bit of my deeply-repressed past popped to the surface. I suddenly remembered the fact that once upon a time, I owned a bowling ball. In fourth grade, a whole bunch of us got bussed over to Strathmore Lanes for a school-sponsored bowling league. And I used to bring my bowling ball (and its bag) to school every Tuesday.

The memory is shaky, but I distinctly remember picking the ball out of a catalog with my parents, and 6-8 weeks later it showed up (and I think it had a monogram). What a weirdo. Surely there were no other kids who brought their own bowling ball to school on the bus once a week. There's no way this kind of behavior escaped the mocking of the other nine year-olds, but I don't actually remember being the butt of any extra jokes. Either the other kids already had plenty of other stuff to make fun of me for, or I've really suppressed that stuff.

Regardless, I remember the fourth grade bowling league fondly. It was there that I discovered the beauty of a can of cream soda and snack bar french fries, as well as arcade games. Terminator 2, the Simpsons, Street Fighter 2, and they even had some weird Neo Geo game that was in 3-D somehow. Those were the days. So innocent then. Ahhh.

In other news, I wrote my first song on the guitar today. It only has three chords, but I'm OK with that. Sudden inspiration is a weird thing.