So many things roll around from a rolling thing.

So many things roll around from a rolling thing. My father has been devoted to sports since he was young, he is an expert in everything he practices, and if he is not the best, he will enjoy himself playing that sport, being the soul of the game. Every time I think in one of my father’s favorite sport, the clap-like sound of high fives comes into my head, this sport, bowling. All my life, since where I can recall the earliest of my memories, a bowling ball has been rolling around. My dad is not obsessed with it, but I dare to say that other than from his work and spending time with us, bowling is where he spends the most of his free time. He started bowling when he was 14 years old, he and his uncle worked at the bowling alley and as a paycheck he would get to play some free lines. Little by little, his just-for-fun bowling became a group activity with his friends and this ended up building very strong friendships that made the bowling to be almost a ritual. The group participated in bowling tournaments around Mexico, they participated in them not because they wanted to win but because they just wanted to mess around everywhere. My dad became the best of them and thanks to him the entire group would win each tournament they assisted to. My dad got an offer to become a professional bowler, his average score was over 210 and the minimum average to become a pro-bowler is 200. The decision he took made me see the very insides of my dad. He denied the offer, he plays for the fun and gratitude to be around his friends, doing what he likes but still having his priorities in order. This is what makes me see how my dad’s inside is. A bowling ball represents for him, other than ambitions and a sacrifice-all for a big goal, it represents relaxation, joy, friendship and a big number of stories. His bowling ball is always somewhere at sight around the house, reminding him he has to go and bowl as he has done every week through his life. A simple rolling thing shows me the joy of being around your friends and getting distracted from the everyday stress. 4 years ago he accomplished every bowler’s dream, he made a perfect game, 13 straight strikes. Now that I think about it, this accomplishment gave me one lesson, I think, a lesson that I will remember throughout all my life. If you love what you do, you will do it as best as you can, just as my dad bowls every Monday and Thursday.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a prose poem for one of my dad's favorite hobbies. The beautiful thing about writing is that you realize many many special things, just as i did here, that you do not see easily in the everyday life.

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