I must have been 5 or 6. I walked into the kitchen where my mom was doing bills, and said: "Mommy? Can we go to Major Magics?" ( Think of it as Chuck E. Cheese )
And she turned, and she looked at me and said "...Ok."
And then she scooped me and my brother up, and we drove off, and I played Ski-ball for an hour and a half, got so many tickets I won a Zebra from the prize vendor.

I don't know why that popped into my head. But I should thank her the next chance I get.