As a child of the 80s, a good chunk of my time was spent in arcades trying to get my name on the high score list of various video games: Ms. Pac Man, Donkey Kong, Frogger, Dig Dug, Joust. The list goes on and on.
Then it was time for the arcade. I can still remember the thrill of feeding bills into the change machine, scooping out the tokens that would help me achieve video game immortality.
You lost your sense of time in the arcade. The only thing that mattered were the tokens. As long as you had tokens, you had time. If someone ran out of tokens, it was an unwritten rule to pitch in and keep them in the game. With empty pockets, we gathered around the last person playing, hoping the game would never end. When that last game ended, we reluctantly made our way back to the bus stop.
Dreams of next Saturday already in our head.