Like many people who grew up in the 1970s and ’80s, I played video games as a kid. A lot of them.
Pac-Man, Space Invaders and Donkey Kong were the arcade games of the day. When my family got an Atari 2600 for Christmas (a “family” gift that I wouldn’t let anyone else touch), my passion for gaming moved into the living room. Combat, Missile Command, Defender and, yes, even the horrible E.T. game were titles I dove into. But as I grew up, my priorities changed.
In middle and high school, I didn’t really have time for gaming. Thanks to my younger brother, I kept up with what systems and titles were popular, but it just wasn’t my world anymore. I thought I had outgrown video games. Until I was in college and my passion returned.
In college, a fraternity brother named Murph had a Super Nintendo (SNES) in his room. The entire house would have NHL ’94 and Madden ’94 tournaments, and they were an absolute blast. Suddenly all the fun and excitement I had as a kid was back. I eventually bought my own SNES and haven’t looked back. That was almost 30 years ago, and I’ve recently turned 50.
Now don’t be fooled. I don’t fall into those ridiculous gamer stereotypes that have become a lame punchline. I don’t live in my mom’s basement…
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