"Jamaica." As a kid I loved the word. It meant it was time for music, games, cake walks and more at the parking lot of the church I attended. The last one I can remember attending was in my senior year of High School. A friend and I were completing the first circle around the lot. Walking and making plans at which booth we would start the night. We were going to start at the haunted house, especially since it was a cool October evening, but instead we noticed a small tent had been set up on (See More)