Personal Narrative: Claw Crane

The lights would beam and music would scream when the magical tokens entered the small slot of no return. I would see hope oozing out of my sisters face in the reflection of the glass wall that encased everything I could ever want as a six year old in a restaurant arcade. The game, “Claw Crane”, was filled with things like toys, games, candy, and magical unicorns, that were all just a claw away. I would grab the shiny joystick and maneuver it in such a way that it stood directly over the cutest stuffed animal that night. After walking around the machine to make sure the positioning was perfect from every angle; I would press the red button of prosise. The claw would lower, gently skim the surface of the animals cotton fur, and return to its starting place like no big deal, like it was mocking me. I, however, had determination from a young age and would refuse to give up. My parents refused to encourage my habit of spending all of their coins and one dollar bills. This quickly became my weekly habit. Our restaurant …show more content…
To others this may of just appeared to be a cleaned out pretzel jug from Sam’s Club filled with loose change, but to a very desperate six year old me, it was a glimmering sign form the arcade Gods. As my father left the room I slid over to his closet like and with all my might dragged out the wonderful discovery. I unscrewed the black round lid, that was the size of my head, and placed it on the carpet next to me. I fished through the change from morning Starbucks runs, groceries, snacks, and more and pulled out every last quarter and placed it in my Ohio State sweatshirt pocket. The chunky appearance of my now bulged out sweater didn’t phase me and I proceeded to place my father's stash back into his closet and go on my way. I kept the pile of quarters in my room in anticipation of my next opportunity to have my way with the claw