In my game room.
All the lights out. The only light is from my Gottlieb surf champ.
Just me and the game.
When there are those moments when no switches are hit and you can hear the ball roll over the wood. Then a spinner rip. Hit a star roll over, a drop target. Then the saucer.
It’s a perfect moment in time.
For just a minute, just a brief moment I’m 10 again. At the 7/eleven with my dad on a warm summer night.