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		<title>Mommy&#8217;s Little Bowler</title>
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Wanna know what kind of woman my mother was?
Growing up, we weren&#8217;t rich at all and there were times when we simply didn&#8217;t have any money for anything beyond the basics. When I was in the 5th grade, my grandmother passed away and since I lived with her, I had to stay with my mother. [...]]]></description>
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<p>Wanna know what kind of woman my mother was?</p>
<p>Growing up, we weren&#8217;t rich at all and there were times when we simply didn&#8217;t have any money for anything beyond the basics. When I was in the 5th grade, my grandmother passed away and since I lived with her, I had to stay with my mother. I already had a room in her apartment so I moved all of my things into it. That summer, I still hadn&#8217;t made a lot of friends and was getting pretty sick and tired of staying in the apartment all the time. The cabin fever was thick and i begged her to go to the movies, or go somewhere. She felt bad because we simply didn&#8217;t have any money to spend on going anywhere.</p>
<p>She wouldn&#8217;t be deterred though. She and I corralled every bit of change we could find in the apartment as if it were a treasure hunt. Together, we managed to get a little under 3.00. We both searched the Goings On section of the newspaper for ideas and she saw a coupon for 3 strings of bowling + shoe rental for $2.65. Off we went.</p>
<p>I remember bowling my little heart out. We didn&#8217;t have enough for her to bowl with me, but she was quite happy to sit there and cheer me on. I wasn&#8217;t a very good bowler, never had been, and since this was my first time, there were a lot of gutter balls. She marked each one with a sad face.</p>
<p>I remember her carrying that score card in her purse for a short time later and would show it off to people as if I was the greatest bowler in the world.</p>
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