Sometimes its just the game, other times its the thrill.
Indeed the sounds grab hold of one.

Ill add smell. Playing by the ocean shore....That smell of salt air.
Different in the North East Atlantic.
Or the smell of Cotton Candy and Coppertone.
The summer air.

When I travel to the places of my youth....sometimes the smell opens a flood gate of memories.
Add Pinball, and Music of the day, and I am transported.....

Great Moment for Op, and all of us to share!