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Post by Ex on Oct 14, 2022 10:25:07 GMT -5
  Back in 1982, my parents had some friends who owned an Odyssey², and also owned Smithereens! They let me play the game, and even though I was only three years old at the time, I still remember that moment with crystal clarity. The moment I realized it was possible to control what I saw on TV. That moment was revelatory, and immediately cemented video games as amazing in my mind. I haven't changed my mind about video games in the forty years since.
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So what about you?
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Post by bonesnapdeez on Oct 14, 2022 10:30:43 GMT -5
Unironically, playing E.T. on the Atari 2600.
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Post by Kazin on Oct 14, 2022 10:57:44 GMT -5
Watching my older cousin play Metroid, exploring Brinstar and Norfair (and having trouble getting anywhere). As for my own first time playing video games, I think it was Super Mario Bros., but I can't be sure it wasn't just Metroid that day lol. I was pretty dang young.
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Post by Sarge on Oct 14, 2022 14:14:43 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure the first game I ever played (and maybe even saw?) was a Donkey Kong cabinet in a diner that my Dad stopped in for some coffee. I was probably like three. A nice gentleman there gave me a quarter to try it out. I don't think that's what put me over the edge for video gaming, though. That came later, being fascinated by the NES at a sleepover (SMB and Top Gun), at Christmas at my uncle's (SMB), and at a friend's place where I briefly saw him playing Zelda. Now that in particular got me obsessed with Zelda and gaming in general, and I've never let it go.
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Post by anayo on Oct 14, 2022 16:10:15 GMT -5
My first gaming memory is watching my Dad play Doom on his PC. He got it for himself and I kept pestering him to play.  At first I didn't understand that the black shape in the bottom center of the screen was supposed to be a gun. I thought it was the main character and that he was a grimacing monkey head.  There are some windows here around this pedestal with the armor on it:  I said, "Jump out the window." Dad said, "I can't." I said, "Why not?" He said, "The game won't let me." In 1993 my family and I went on a trip to a monastery in Wales. My folks were taking in all the history about the monks, but I was imagining that I was exploring a stage in Doom.   Later, my Dad took me to some relatives' house. We went into the back yard to shoot handguns and he let me shoot. I thought, "This is a piece of cake, I can shoot all kinds of stuff in Doom." I fired a round, but the target had no hole in it. Then I realized the bullets didn't magically magnetize to wherever I was pointing the gun. I had to perfectly align the gun barrel with the target to hit anything. That gave me a reality check. |
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Post by Kazin on Oct 17, 2022 8:40:23 GMT -5
Now that's an authentic early video game memory, anayo, dang. It reminds me when I was first learning to drive and was driving around the street I grew up on which had like no traffic, and how I wanted to drift like in Mario Kart, and when turning realized "oh wow, Mario Kart has pretty unrealistic physics" lol. Turns out my mom's 2001 Ford Escape would have gotten destroyed on Rainbow Road! |
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Post by Ex on Oct 17, 2022 9:26:41 GMT -5
Great story and pics anayo. I can now never unsee the grimacing monkey head in DOOM. |
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