Childhood Memory

In the early 1990's I attended one of those lame birthday parties at the bowling alley. I usually hate these types of parties because EVERYTIME the birthday boy/girl cries because they aren't doing good for some strange reason, and when the parents serve pizza, it never fills you up because there are too many mouths to feed. After finishing my one and only piece my curiosity got the best of me and I wandered along the creepy path that led to the back of the alley. When I crossed the threshold signifying the front from the back I was mezmorized by the glorious image before me. It was hard to even describe the image with words but if I had to then I would have to say it was similar to the "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" scene where all the kids run and eat the candy while Agustus falls into the chocolate river and is sucked through the pipes (poor Agustus). As I slowly make my way along the path made of bowling ball material, I notice something moving in the bowling pin bush. I get very scared at first but then mustered up the courage to yell "hey you, get outta that bowling pin bush." The shortest man that I have ever seen then became visible to me. As I just stand there, awestruck by how short this little bitch is, I realize that he seems rather fermiliar to me. Finally it came to me, the short man was Adam's friend Rick. With my girlish non-puberty hitting voice I said, "Rick you old scaliwag, I never knew you worked in back of a bowling alley." Then Rick replied in his Australian accent, "I don't work here mate, I've lived here for 18,309 years, along with many others of my kind." Then he paused looked around and said, "Its ok everyone, it is safe to come out, and you can bring your Fosters with you." To much of my amazement I see many little people with handlebar mustaches come out of the bowling pin bushes. Seeing this scared the shit out of me, so quietly I said, "fuck this I don't feel like getting stabbed today," and went back the way I came as quickly as I could. When I got back to the party everyone asked me where I had gone off to. So I told them the whole story not leaving out a single detail. Everyone laughed at me and called me an Idiot-Jerk. I shrugged off their verbal abuse and then regained my composure. That is when I bowled my first perfect game...thats right...a score of 300. I never went back to that creepy bowling alley ever again but knew that someday Rick and I would meet again in the future!