When I was about nine years old, I took a trip to Atlantic City with my parents, grandparents, and sisters. It was one of the fondest and funniest moments of my childhood. Being a kid in a city where people stay up all night playing poker can be a real drag for a youngster.

I figured, if I was going to be here, I might as well see what the excitement was all about. I was able to sneak away from my parents when we were seated at a booth eating lunch, and they were conveniently not looking. They did eventually spot me escaping, however they figured I’d stay pretty close since I didn’t want to lose track of them, which was true.

I was just too curious for my own good I suppose. My grandfather had found a prime spot at a poker table. He had always told me to sit in a certain spot at the table so you get the best cards. I grew up playing card games and I idolized my grandfather who loved the Kentucky Derby as much as I did. So, why shouldn’t I be right at his side at all time?

On this occasion, however, I was discretely hiding behind a plant in the casino. How I actually snuck in is beyond me. I had one of those disposable cameras, and yes, nine is a bit young to be snapping photos, but that was three years after I actually started. Beside the point *smile*. I spotted my grandpa at a poker table and looking to my right and left, snapped a picture. Ok, who knew these disposables had flashes?...lol

As soon the camera went off- the flash I mean since it was dark in there- the pit boss started scurrying around looking for the source of the camera. They thought someone was taking pictures of the table which was prohibited. I managed to run out without anyone saying a word. Probably because I was a kid and didn’t know better.

After the fact, I almost felt empowered. I was quite mischievous at that age, so getting away with such a caper was a triumph for me.