It wasn't until about 2003, when I was 22 years old, that I realized just how much pinball meant to me and how unaware I was on the impact it had been making on me my whole life.   I was on my way home from a road trip with some really good friends when we stopped at a truck stop for gas or food or something, and stumbled onto a Cactus Canyon.  Of course none of us knew at the time what this machine meant to the pinball community, we just knew that we all responded to it and we're going to make a point to visit our nearby arcade a bit more and invest some time into the 30 some machines there.  It got me wondering what it was that made playing such a comfort, and I realized it was because I had been playing it my whole life in one form or another.  

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