Memories II

The arcade I was talking about?

This is how I saw it, when I wasn’t playing. Standing on tip-toes, looking over and between the shoulders of the ‘big kids’ while they played, and waiting until there were no quarters left on the deck so I could put mine there to reserve my place in line.

Classic Arcade - How I saw the world at age fourteen

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