Breaking my own rules

and having lots to look forward to

Years and years ago, I would begrudgingly visit the bowling alley for a fun (?) afternoon with a babysitter or to partake in someone’s birthday festivities. I was always shocked by how weighed down I felt by the bowling balls—even the kid-sized ones—and I wasn’t very good, even with kid pins, bumpers blocking the gutters, and some serious leniency with …