Excitement rises in my chest every time. I stop in a crowded parking lot, with spaces reserved for small cars. It's a very tight situation, but I have to feed my addiction. As I approach the door, I hear a noise that reminds me of thunder rumbling inside. It’s a sound I love to hear with my daughter’s laughter echoing through the building. There is an inner peace that I cannot explain and it begins by watching JaKiyyah's eyes shine as bright as the moon that floats inactive and peaceful above us. While waiting in line to collect our shoes, I walk away admiring the glowing lights. Watching the lights bounce off the walls, giving off a disco vibe. The softly flowing music, the roll of thunder and the clash of balls and pins put me in a trance. I pause from my daydreams of the late 60s and early 70s to ask for our shoes. I ask my usual attendant for a size seven for women and a size two for children with additional disinfectant spray. The attendant smiles with a friendly expression, shakes the can of disinfectant, and sprays two more squirts into our r....