A bowling alley is a great place to stir up some excitement (as if it isn't already exciting enough in the first place).
My dad owns the Knock-'Em-Down bowling alley here in town. He's had this place for as long as I can remember; we always spend every weekend there. While Dad does the business end, Mom bowls, and me and my friend (Chuck; I call him "Chuckster") bowl or play at the game arcade, or nosh on as much junk food as our cast-iron stomachs can possibly stand.
Well, today, we came up with an ingenious plan. How about running down the aisle and act like you're a human bowling ball? We brought our bicycle helmets, knee (and elbow pads), and there you go. We go running down the lane as fast as we possibly can, flop on our stomachs, and go screaming down the lane, head first, where we then smash into the pins, hoping to knock 'em all down. It is incredibly noisy, but it's a lot of fun!
We were doing just that for about forty five minutes when some bowlers next to our lane started yelling at us; they told us if we didn't stop, they were going to tell the owner about our behavior. We didn't pay them any mind; we just ignored them and went back to amusing ourselves, as only teenagers can.
Dad then came running up to where we were and said we were liable to get hurt; he then yelled at us, right in front of everybody, and told us how childish we were acting. I told him we were bored; Dad then told us to find something else to do because at the time we were having our idea of fun, there was a tournament going on, and we were disturbing the other bowlers. He then left, shaking his head in disgust.
I told Dad we needed some money so we could crank up the video games and go to town. Dad told us he'd already given us twenty dollars; we burned through it like water getting JuJu beans and Milk Duds and soda pop and cool decals. Dad looked like he was about to become unglued, but then his angry glare softened and he gave us another $20.00. "Don't be foolish", he growled, "Save some of it. You have to get something for your mother; Christmas is in just a few more days, you know!"
That ended our career in Extreme Bowling. While it was fun to go sliding down the lane at incredible speeds, it was extremely noisy and painful. Now we are sporting bruises upon bruises and have floor burns on our stomachs and faces; we looked like we'd been dragged by a car down a dirt road.
Lesson learned. Never going to do something so stupid like Extreme Bowling ever again! If we ever get our hearing back to normal, we will make a pact and promise not to act so stupid in the future!