I think I spent more time than anyone at Chuck E Cheese here in Amarillo when my daughter was growing up. We were there once or twice a month. I mean at least. Maybe even more.
Let’s go back to September 11th in the year 1996. This is when this all started for me and my connection to this day. I was 9 months pregnant. I was due in 2 days. The 13th. It would have been on a Friday. I couldn’t have a Friday the 13th baby. So when I went into labor 2 days early I was so happy.