When I was 16 I had started gymnasium school (Menntaskóli) in Iceland. It so happened that the school had several activities to do with other students. One of these activities was the very American noble art of bowling. AT this time there were only two places to go bowling in Iceland, and the one closest to my school was the oldest bowling hall in the country. It had been built by the US armed forces in WWII, as entertainment for their troops at the largest military camp next to the Reykjavík airfield. The airfield (now Reykjavik Airport) was used constantly by the Allied Air Force units during the war and many building of the war still remain, bunkers and smaller lookout bunkers also. Fast forward to 1988 and most of the military facilities are gone, but the old bowling hall remained along with all the old equipment, which meant that we in 1988 were bowling in a 1942 bowling hall. Well nobody seemed to mind one bit, as it was either this or nothing. The bowling team met there every Friday night for practice and the most experienced one of us, taught the rest of us. It was a lot of fun and we did train in handling the bowling ball, how to spin the ball of the serve and the rest of it. We had a lot of laughs with it and I got to know a few good kids in the process. When the training came to an end at Christmas time in 1988 there was a competition between all of us. I did pretty good in the competition and came in second with 217 points, after the instructor who won the competition with 233 points.
