She couldn’t have been more than three or four — the ball was almost as big as she was and it was made for kids. She’d tottle forward until she reached the foul line, set the ball down and push it with both hands. The ball would roll forward at about one inch per century and eventually make it to the pin. One time I remember we had an ice age come through the town and it was faster than her ball rolling down that darn alley.
The ball was going so slow you’d expect the pin to stop its progress, but for some reason, it didn’t. Instead, the ball continued forward at the same pace, slowly rolling all the way to the back of the alley while the pins fell down in slow motion. Somehow, the pins always fell so that one pin would strike another. She got more than one strike that way.
There must have been a lip of some kind at the back of the alley, however, because the ball often stuck there. I’d have to send another ball down the gutter to trigger the automatic sweep/reset mechanism. It was the darndest thing you ever saw. The worst part was that she sometimes scored higher than I did!