I was one of the arcade kids when I was young. My parents had divorced and my mom worked full time to support us at a Montgomery Wards in a small mall in Michigan. In that mall was an Aladdin’s Castle, I can still see the arcade in my mind 30 yrs later. Dimly lit, red carpet, a row of pins in the back to the left. In the middle are a sit down pole position and a missile command. On the right all the newest arcade machines. In reality it was a small arcade, maybe 30 machines. But, in my mind, it was my world. If I was lucky I’d get a ten spot from my mom for dinner and games. If it was between checks I’d be picking up cans and bottles for change. Michigan, you see, had a ten cent deposit on each returnable. So I could easily scrounge $3 a afternoon after school and before dark. So I’d spend a dollar at mcdonalds on a hamburger and fries, and the rest went into the machines. I remember watching the older guys, they must have been a ripe old age of seventeen, and wonder how they could play forever on a quarter. I’d put my quarter up on the glass and wait. And wait. Finally it would be my turn, my chance to prove myself. But alas I wasn’t very good, and soon enough I’d be relegated to watching again. But it didn’t matter, at least I was THERE. I was AT the place to be. A place where problems disappeared. A place where any kid could become a game god. A place that still exists, only in my mind. I’ve often wondered if it was the place, or was it the time? I don’t know. The mall is gone now. The 20x50 space just a piece of blacktop now. I returned as an adult many years later and placed my hand on the sun baked piece of blacktop and for an instant, and just an instant, I could swear I could hear the sounds of a black knight calling me out....
tim73034
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great piece!