Roy Pettitt, 75, from Peterborough
Lining the crane up accurately, I gazed through the glass of the box. ‘Now!’ my now wife Ann, 76, roared, smacking the red button in front of us.
Hearing a buzz of arcade music and lights flashing, our chosen cuddly toy hovered above the rest before falling into the hole.
‘Yay!’ we cheered, grabbing the toy from the window, celebrating our win.