My Favorite memory was when i went to the Elks lodge with my dad and brother. That was a fun day we went to the pool room. My brother and I watched his game while he bought us candy that melted in your mouth and soda that tasted fantastic. The game, at the end he had the eight-ball left and Bob had two other balls. The final move, my father scored the ball with a beautiful curve around the other ball and boom, he won! The glorious sound of the ball in the pocket sounded so perfect that you could fall right asleep because of the excellent sound of the weird type of swish. And that was the best day of my life I would put in a bottle and replay it over and over.
