I remember being a kid and running around the bowling alley while my parents bowled on a league. And I remembered all these adults around me being nice to me, talking to me, buying candy, food and soda. So, twenty years later, I thought I would repay all that kindness shown to me the next generation of bowling rugrats. Tonight little Cheslea came up to me and we struck up conversation. She is six years old and her mom bowls on one of the teams here. Cute kid, very gregarious. I must have entertained her for about an hour. Why do kids always come up to me, do I have a radar on the top of my head that bleeps out “I love children!” Or is it the fact that I am short of stature and therefore less threatening aka I look like a kid myself.
