I looked at the time on my watch and my heart almost skipped a beat. The bingo game was about to begin in ten minutes! It didn’t even occur to me that I should skip it. It’s like a tradition that any person in the Senior Living Atlanta Home should attend the game. I quickly grabbed an apple and I ran all the way to the elevator. As I stepped out, I heard the familiar noises of elderly men and women speaking to one another. As I walk inside I see, to my delight, the most scrumptious cookies and cakes on every one of the tables. I am a junk eater, so I easily and readily gave away my healthy snack. I sat down next to my dear old friend, Barney, and we started up a casual conversation. A few minutes later the Bingo Caller interrupted us, and he loudly told us all to find our seats. We then started our game. The fist number called out was I 24. I glanced at my little bingo chart and to my dismay I didn’t have it. But then my hopes brightened again when Barney put a marker on it. I like it when he wins, because we always split the pot.