There’s usually something at the cause of a shift in pattern, and looking past Black Friday’s whirlwind, there was a definite shift in consumer…
The first game I can remember playing was Pong on a console of some description, whose name escapes me, that my favourite Aunt bought in Saudi Arabia, of all places. It was a fun distraction, but I wouldn’t say it was the tipping point that led me into a life of pixels and midi audio.
The hook that got me gaming regularly was the Atari_2600 that my parents bought me and my brother — oddly enough again bought in Saudi Arabia — and that consumed large portions of the summer of 1985. I still wouldn’t consciously identify my self as a gamer yet.
It was two maybe three years after that, when finding new games for the Atari became difficult, that the Commodore_64 entered our lives and that my brother developed his longstanding interest in the world of computers. It was this brilliant piece of kit that truly made a gamer out of me.
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