“Where a kid can be a kid” All I thought about Chuck E Cheese’s when I visit it today with my niece was “I wonder what year Chuck E Cheeses was made famous” and “I wonder how many coins and tickets they have to manufacture a year” This place, once so glorious to me, so adventurous, became something to study. I used to think the play area was huge, it was one big adventure for me, now it just seems so small and simple. Chuck himself was like a best friend, not a stranger in a costume. I wouldn’t care if I won tickets, I would just play; now, it’s a rip-off. I counted the coins it takes to get the big prizes, I counted the coins it takes to get the small prizes; it’s all a rip-off. I never used to care about those things, I’d run around, go on an adventure; I’d be happy if I left Chuck E Cheese’s with a pink plastic ring. Now my mind is spoiled rotten with the facts of this world; Chuck E Cheese’s is no longer my most loved adventure place, it’s a place filled with snot nose kids, bored parents, and competitive preteens. I see this now, and I wish I didn’t.