We all remember being little kids
And going to the arcade
Every time we went we would try the claw machine
Putting in a quarter for the chance to get a small toy
Moving the controller back to front and side to side
At some point getting the rusty metal claws around a bunny’s ears or a cats tail,
Only for it to drop out of reach once the claw went to the top.
Over and over we would try again
Until it was time to go home.
When I was a kid I started playing a claw machine
I spent quarter after quarter trying to win a prize
Sometimes I would get as close as to the little flap where the toy would drop out
But then it would fall again.
I tried over and over, spending too many quarters to count.
Until the day I realized
I had given the game too many tries
Only to realize there was no prize inside
Comments
This started out giving me such a pang of nostalgia, only for me to be reminded of the frustration and fruitlessness of the game. I can understand why you wanted to use the claw machine as a metaphor to talk about growing up, coming to terms with certain realities of life -- it worked well for this piece, and I fully felt at the end that resignation that comes with a sudden and simultaneous sense of maturity sometimes.
Thank You so Much!
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