When I was growing up, pinball machines were considered to be just a little bit unsavory.  That didn't stop this six year old from standing on an orange crate (so he could see over the top of the machine), sticking in his hard earned (well, hard begged for) nickel, and shaking the hell out of the machine.  Fond memories!  Las Vegas now has a place where one can relive those tender, juvenile-delinquent-wanna-be moments.  It's the Pinball Hall of Fame.\n\nThis is a museum containing nearly 200 pinball machines, some dating back to the 1950's or earlier.  Now here's the really good part - you get to play the machines.  It's twenty five cents for the older machines, fifty cents for the newer ones.  This is way cheaper than the casinos.  If you in any way had a misspent youth, or wish you had a misspent youth, then you owe it to yourself to visit this place.