Yah – I grew up on those lanes. Mom stopped working two weeks before I was born and started back two weeks after. No joke. I think I spent more time sleeping behind the counter there than I did at home lol
I had my first crush in that bowling alley. I had my first lots of things in there lol
When I turned… 10 or 11 mom got transferred to another alley in Randallstown (the one on my arm is the Pikesville alley) which I also spent a ridiculous amount of time in. However, the one on my arm is duckpins, not tenpins. I played a lot of pool in them too.
Because you all had to know that.
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I remember the indoor “flea” market they had on bowling nights and the junk I had to have. They used to let me pick the winning 50/50 raffle ticket.
My first real job was as a short order cook at Timonium FairLanes.
Aunt Jackie used to tell me how when I was a baby in the stroller… she remembered one time I was playing with something on one side of the stroller – a nail or something holding it together. I turned to the other side to see if there was one on that side too. She used to tell me she knew I’d be a smartie from that alone. One time Erin’s chair flipped backwards (the Maclarren stroller – it used to do that a lot – unsafe thing!) and she remembered running down from the other end of the alley, mom right behind her, to pick her back up.
Funny things that pop up into mind sometimes.
You know, I can only remember Michael and I at the Fairlanes with mom and she took a wire hanger and shoved it up the snack machine to get us nosh even though she worked there. That’s all I can really remember. Most of my memories that young are with you taking me places or me in the car with your friends, I’m sitting on Perks lap and you put on an N’Sync song to which I stupidly sang along to while everyone laughed=] Then I remember you driving the big blue van with me in the back and you put on Manson(Portrait, I think) and I sung along with that. I keep thinking I have more memories with mom, but really, they’re all with you. I’m not sure what to think about that. Strangely enough, I’m okay with that.