Sure, my consoles at home may have had better graphics and didn't require a constant feed of quarters, but nothing beat those unforgiving, repetitiously challenging games. Not only did I love the pizza, they also had a wide array of different arcade games my parents would begrudgingly hand over quarters for me to indulge in. For me, one of those memories was sitting in the backseat of the car, tagging along to wherever with my parents, and then seeing the glow of the local Pizza Hut sign as we turned into the parking lot.
Those memories, that when sparked by a graphic or theme song, come rushing back to us in a flood of nostalgia. As gamers, we all have those few memories we hold dear to us that helped define who we are.
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