• Eric Kantor
  • Pinball art by Dave Christensen

The first time the world said no to me because I was too young, what I was too young to do was play pinball. The playground around my new school, Prince Charles Elementary in Sudbury, Ontario, was covered with pebbles, but at its westernmost end there was a dip into a dirt field where older kids played football, and beyond that field, beyond the magisterium of the principal, Mr. Carlaw, a tiny general store offered a pinball machine. I think it was the first one I ever saw. I’m not sure what age I had to be to legally put a nickel in the slot, but it was an age I was nowhere close to. I was seven.