This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Letters to my younger self’.
Dear nearly-19-year-old me,
Brace yourself, I’m going to reveal a teensy piece of information that you’ll not be aware of until you join the rest of your classmates for a day of bowling the day after tomorrow.
Ready? Here it is.
You. Will. Suck. At. Bowling.
Really, really suck. You’ll suck so bad that even now (many, many, MANY years later), I am still cringing (and okay, maybe, giggling a little).
Subconsciously, you’ll realise that perhaps bowling will not be your thing because when Kelvin asks “Want to give it a try?” and holds out a fluorescent yellow bowling ball, you’ll reply “I’d rather bungee jump than bowl.” Yep, that’s what you’ll say. At nearly-19, you’ll have yet to embrace your inner witty self.
After your uninspired response, you’ll sit back, pretending disinterest and watch everyone else bowl and have a good time. Eventually though, their enjoyment will infect you and you’ll reluctantly pick up a ball and stand at the head of the lane.
You’ll hear shouts of encouragement from your friends and you’ll gain a little bit more confidence. You can do this, you’ll tell yourself. You’ll take a step forward, swing your right arm back with all your might and unfortunately, feel the ball leave your grip.
Behind you. Towards your friends.
They’ll shriek and scramble to get out of the way. Your jaw will drop and the entire bowling alley will fall into silence.
Then, you’ll hear raucous laughter.
Your cheeks will burn and you’ll not touch a bowling ball for the next couple of years.
So, since you’re receiving this warning ahead of time, you’ll have tomorrow to practice a little so that you won’t suck as much as you will 🙂