I explore various forms of childhood entertainment such as toys, games, arcades, and playgrounds. I document the tattered and worn details perhaps unseen by kids thanks to their accepting minds and wild imaginations. In 2021, at the age of 20, I visited several arcades that I was in awe of during most of my childhood, where my parents would practically feed me quarters and watch my excitement soar! Now, upon returning as a young adult, I noticed all of the wear-and-tear; the faded games, the threadbare chairs, and dust upon some of the more difficult prizes to win. As a child, I was blind to this deterioration, but now I see it all. I guess, without realizing, I had officially grown up. Standing in the arcade, I was no longer enamored by the lights, or the sounds, or the quarters being spat out of the machines; it is physically bright, but all too dull without my youthful imagination to illuminate it.