Personal Narrative-Growing In Bowling !

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Growing in Bowling! When I was just a young kid I could always know when I was at the bowling alley. When I walked into the alley the smell of oil filled the air almost making it hard to breath. The sound of pins clattering together as though they have just met their match is something I will never forget. Cheers filled the air as the kid on lane five shot a strike. I knew then that I wanted to be that kid and I wanted to be glorified by the crowd. I learned then that I wanted to be the best I can be at anything I do. So I put the time and effort to be the best I could at bowling. From the first day I wanted my own equipment and to move up and eventually move on to high school bowling. I knew that I needed my own bowling ball and equipment just so I could get better at this sport. My mom supported me and my sister all the way while making this choice to improve ourselves. She finally took me and my sister to get our first bowling balls, there was no greater feeling in the world then what I was feeling. It was like I had just won the lottery and nothing could ever stop me from conquering this spot I was getting the equipment I needed …show more content…

I wanted to give up but I didn’t because I knew I wanted to be better and that’s what I set out to do. I know it all got better when I got new equipment but it took a lot of not giving up getting where I was my senior year. My team started off the joke of the division and we came back because we wanted to be the best there was so we did and we came back to wipe away the competition. I would have never felt the adrenalin and joy of making it to districts if my team gave up and didn’t push through it. I ended off with a 203 average and I shot my highest score of a 275 all because I didn’t give

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