Go bowling or mini-golfing.

“When we arrived, I realized that I had completely forgotten what Kimball Farm looked like. It wasn't just a small course, but rather an entire experience on its own. There were bumper boats, a petting zoo, a snack bar and a gift shop. Normally I would've rolled my eyes and convinced myself that I was too old. But it couldn't hurt to relive a little bit of my Brownie days and maybe even win this game. After paying, I picked a yellow ball, my favorite color. I thought to myself, how could I not win? And my competitive nature that I had been trying to mask was beginning to surface again. I was confident during my first few holes. I was doing well and had even hit a hole-in-one. But my over-confidence proved to be detrimental in the later holes. I was falling way behind. In the end, I think I lost by about 15 strokes.”