Skipping school in the early 80s (Jr. high) to ride our bikes , often in the snow, to play pinball and arcade games at the bowling alley in the next town. We used to shovel driveways for cash and when it snowed we knew the next day there was zero chance of us going to school. The funny thing is the owner/employees wouldn’t bat an eye at the four of us spending the whole day in the arcade as long as we were pumping quarters in the games. “Sir, do you have change for a $20? Sure!”.

Forgot to mention that my early addiction was my dad’s fault. He taught me in the late 70s in the Wisconsin Dells on an old EM (I remember it like it was yesterday) not to monkey flip. Get control of the ball and aim! That was 40 years ago and I’m still flailing away like a 9 year old.