Tron wrote:I take it your wife is not a gamer, hence the divorce. Just kidding, but maybe not.
She hated games, but loved the company of other men. Guess you cant ask for everything
Tron wrote:I take it your wife is not a gamer, hence the divorce. Just kidding, but maybe not.
Sheik wrote: The flow of time is always cruel... its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it... A thing that does not change with time is a memory of younger days...
Sheik wrote: Time passes, people move. Like a river's flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection. The clear water's surface reflects growth. Now listen to the Serenade of water to reflect upon yourself.
Rookie1 wrote:
She hated games, but loved the company of other men. Guess you cant ask for everything
Robotrek wrote:This is hitting me pretty hard right now. It's been about ten years since my father died, and it only occurred to me because I was playing Kaboom, a game my dad used to love. Never would have guessed that a man born in 1938 would care about such silly things, but he would get hooked on that freakin' game!
So I guess in a way, gaming brought that memory back to me. I still miss him greatly. In less than a year I'll be fifty. Kind of does things to you, doesn't it? 20 years ago, I was 29. Relatively youthful, quite healthy (though 2 years later I'd suffer a near fatal skateboarding accident that caused me to give it up near completely), still had both of my parents, and a lot of perceived years ahead of me. But 20 years from the present day? I'm going to be an old man, albeit with a funny age. 24 years from now, I'll be the exact age my father was when he died. But 24 years ago, I was 25, and on top of the world playing Crash Bandicoot 2 on my PlayStation.
Each console generation seems to represent a different era of my life (though I haven't actively played on a new console since the Wii U, though I noodle with my Switch a bit). The Atari 2600 was my first true love, and throughout the 80's I enjoyed various platforms. My setup was insane. That big L shaped desk in the corner of my room was a godsend. I had a great home computer setup, and I also had an Atari 2600 right there to play on. The countless hours I'd spend right at the end of Autumn up there, it was magic. That lovely end-of-summer humid heat just surrounding you, the smells of whatever was in the carpet creeping up and entering your nostrils, all while trying to kick GORF's ass. I'd have friends call me on the phone (for free via some phreaking software we all had back in the day) and we'd exchange games by playing our C64 cassettes over the phone to record on our own cassette recorders. That was the life.
Sorry for the rambling reminiscence. But this post really rings true. The time just flies away!