Last week I went bowling with my 19-year old son. I had a blast! I beat him so he probably would not say the same. I think it's the last thing I can still win. Both of my kids have now surpassed me at almost everything. But the whole bowling thing brings back wonderful memories of bowling with my dad as a young girl. We'd go on Saturday mornings for breakfast and three games. I even had my own ball, but he always won.