Personal Narrative-Growing In Bowling !

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

and I was got to beat anyone who got in my way. After getting my new equipment I soon learned that wasn’t going to be the only thing that made me win as I started throwing it and getting low scores I started to beat myself up. It felt like my whole world would come crashing down.
At my breaking point of wanting to quit my mom took me out to bowl at least once a week and she never gave up on me. I started to see improvements in my score, and I felt it all come back on me the feeling of being able to do anything. I joined a league and at the age of ten I was averaging 145 in my bowling games we would win every week and it felt great. My team consisted of me, my sister and my cousin and though we didn’t always see eye to eye we pulled it together to conquer our challenges every week. I learned from myself when I felt like giving up that is when I needed to press harder to be the best that I can be.
Finally it was time to move up in leagues, it was time for the big timers, it was time for High School bowling team. I went into high school bowing averaging a 145 which I found out at tryouts was not the best score. Tryouts was the hardest thigh to go through in my life seeing people get strike after strike and knowing I still don’t have the best equipment it was nerve-racking. Finally the night came to an end and after all the agony of not knowing if I made it. The coach called out my name and I was officially apart of the high school team. I still had my old equipment so I nagged my mom to get me new equipment, both her and my dad because I wanted to be better the bottom line bowler. I didn’t want to be the backup, so they finally got my coach to give me one of his first bowling balls.
Now that I had more updated equipment, and I made the team, I started to bowl every day trying to do better than the day before. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t shoot a 200 so I went through strenuous efforts to get to that level. After my first year on the team our varsity didn’t make it past regional tournaments and that kid of sucked for all of us. Going home with defeat in their eyes the seniors would never play another game with their team again. This was the saddest day I have ever seen our team feel apart but we had almost a year off to regroup and come back together. It was tough the second year of high school bowling we lost more than half of our team because they were all seniors the first year. There were trial and tribulations that we soon had to face, a team full of new faces soon saw a whole lot of losses and we gave up half way through the season.
It seemed like we hit a wall at 100 mile per hour. The emotions where high the tension was high and a team that has already fallen apart become its own worst enemy. Soon fights broke out on our team and we just crumbled our second year. We became the laughing stock of the league, and that didn’t help with the issues feeling defeated already. It was now time for the tournaments to begin again and our coach at the time said “I don’t even want to go in with you guys and watch you play.” A team already defeated now lost their coach for the most import day we need him. The day came to an end and we were not even close to making it to districts. Defeated two years in a row we needed a summer to rebuild our friendships and get back on the same page for my senior year so that is what we did.
Senior year finally was here and it was time to show off and get my team to do the same with me. In our practices we helped each other we learned the most this year than any other year I could remember. We became a team and a team full of vengeance, if you could see our eyes you would see the fire we had to go all the way. I pushed myself harder than I ever have before in my life. I had my own job at that time and it was time for new equipment so finally I bought a new two hundred and eighty dollar ball. My senior team filled with energy soon became a force to be recent with. Our biggest rivalry every came to our house and in the last seventeen years we have never been able to beat them. But this team filled with anger from the year before and hunger to be the best. My senior year team we beat them for the first time in seventeen year. We went from being the laughing stock of the league to shutting everyone’s mouth nobody could step up to the plate against us. We went 15-3 that year and won the trophy for the division and from there we won the trophy at the regional tournament. With tears filling my eyes my senior year I shot in the top 8 of the division averaging a 203 and I was the best that I could be. At last my team made in to districts filled with joy we all made it as a team which also never happen for the last seventeen year.
The day before districts we all colored ourselves joy we weren’t there to win we were there to make a statement that we a team that was a joke last year made it further then most teams ever have. Finally the moment of truth came and we started bowling one game down we weren’t shooting to high, second game down and we still didn’t have it. It was time for the third game knowing we weren’t going to make it of we had fun bowling the ball one handed, left handed. We didn’t care we made it and we proved to ourselves we are good enough and will be a force to be reckon with. We had to bowl bakers now and it seemed like the first four games of backers went by like we never even bowled. Now, the last baker was here and it starts to flood my brain that I was never going to get to bowl with these guys ever. And it was the ninth frame of the last game and tears flooded my eyes because we beat them the last game and that was all that mattered to me. Winning three trophies and making it the furthest our team ever has before was the best filling in the world and I poured the happiest tears I ever could have in my life.
In conclusion I learned to never give up, no matter how bad things look and no matter who laughs at you our says “I don’t even want to go in with you guys and watch you play.” When I first started bowling I wasn’t that good, I bowled 70-120.

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

up.