Such a wonderful thing, to walk into the bowling alley of my childhood and it's still exactly the same. Wooden cash register, vintage shoes, balls from the decades, push button reset, manual scoring, bright orange, carpeted walls. Somehow it's still $4 a game.
I was super enthusiastic, they were less than impressed.
I remembered how to score, somehow still bowled a 100 after a couple decades of no bowling. (Maine has candlepin, which isn't the same. Fight me on this, I'll win.)
Ended the nostalgia day with a trip to Pizza Hut. Memories from my childhood worth passing onto the next generation.
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