Memory Lane

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The excitement builds up inside my chest every time. Pulling up in the overcrowded parking lot, with parking spaces made for toy cars. It is a very tight squeeze, but I have to feed my addiction. As I approach the door I can hear a sound that reminds me of thunder roaring from inside. That is a sound that I love to hear along with my daughter’s laughter as it echoes off the building. There is an inner peace that I cannot explain and it starts from watching JaKiyyah’s eyes glows as bright as the moon that floats idle and peaceful above us. Waiting in line to get our shoes, I zone off admiring the glowing lights. Watching the lights bounce off the walls, giving off a Disco feel. The music flowing lightly, the thunder rolling and clashing of the balls and pins places me in a trance. I take a break from my late 1960s early 1970s daydream to ask for our shoes. I ask my regular attendant for a size seven in women, and a size two in children with extra disinfectant spray. The attendant smiles with a friendly expression, and shakes the disinfectant can and spray two extra squirts into our r...

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