This is a good read, thanks for all the stories!
My parents took us to Atlantic City when I was 10. We were able to walk in and see the lights and bells, but obviously couldn't go any further. My parents left us in the hotel room (what degenerates!) to go at the time the Merv Griffin Resorts. They brought back some coin buckets with nothing much else to show. I was still intrigued though! Then a few years later they went back and won some $$, and bought us a cheap slot machine from a boardwalk shop.

I used it in my first "How to Beat The Slots Video"..



My brothers and I put our allowance in it and when it was full, we would go out to eat with the $$. My parents were a forgiving house.

Then at 18 my parents took me to Turning Stone in NY where it all started. When 21 came around I went with Credz to the Borgata for a weekend bender and the rest is history. When the PA casinos did open my parents went with me a few times to be sure I was responsible and then they left me to find out the harsh realities of gambling on my own..haha So I blame my parents!