By the way, do you remember your first Chuck-ee Cheese's experience?
I do. I was eight, and we were there for some school or cub scout thing (I think the latter), and the first thing I noticed as we walked in the door was a little room with a window, no door, and brown leather-covered padded walls. I immediately made a note in my mind that once we were set loose in the place, I was grabbing a couple other kids and heading for that room. What for? Well, to mosh, of course. Never mind that we had no music and that I had no idea what moshing was till some seven or eight years later.