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0x872C···2dB4In the pulsing heart of the arcade, where neon lights danced across my wide-eyed face, I always found joy. Each year during our summer vacation, the arcade would turn into a fun-fueled family reunion. Dominating the skeeball machines, my mom would hoot and holler whenever she landed a ball in one of the corner holes. Hours would be spent battling my sister in air hockey and racing my dad in cars, boats, or spaceships. My grandparents would cheer us on, holding our tickets and making trips to grab more quarters from the machines. While all much older now, we still make it a point to visit arcades when we are together. Some of the games might have changed, but the magic is still the same!