My first video game experiences
I’m 30 years old, and for as long as most people have known me, video games have been a part of my identity. It’s a passion that waxes and wanes through the years, but for the most part it has always been there. Well, not always. You know, there was a time before games, before Nintendo.
My VERY first memory of video games involves the NES. I had to be around 5 years old. It was at least 1987, because I remember a friend and co-worker of my Dad’s bringing over his NES to our house. If I recall, his name was Kevin. This was a long time ago, so that may not be accurate, but for the sake of the story, we’ll call him Kevin. He and my Dad set up a small 13″ TV in our dining room and strung out all the cables and connected the NES to the TV. I really had no idea what it was. But I remember Kevin was excited to show it off. They were playing The Legend of Zelda, which I distinctly remember because of the gold cartridge and I remember watching Link walk around killing creatures. I never did play it though. To be honest I was more interested in this totally awesome firefighter board game he brought for me and my sister.
To side track just a minute here. That board game by the way, was freaking awesome. I completely forgot what it was called, but thanks to the internet, I actually was able to find it! It was called “Oops & Downs”. You actually assembled several pieces of cardboard together to create a 3 tier game board and you raced to the top. Sometimes you’d land on a tube though, and you had to slide your fireman down the the level below. It made a funny little “waaaah” noise as the game piece slid down the tubes. It was about as complicated as Shoots & Ladders, but it was so much fun! I hadn’t thought about that game in forever!
Okay. Back to Nintendo.
So while Kevin’s NES was my first exposure to video games, I didn’t have a real meaningful impression until some time later. Sometime in 1987 or 1988 I remember visiting a friend of my Mom’s. I can’t remember what her name was. I’m 95% sure my Mom knew her as a co-worker from her days at “OK Video” in Dodge City. I want to say she had a somewhat uncommon name. At any rate, her son had an NES in his room. He would have been a few years older than me. And I remember vividly, his room was small and cluttered. It was dark, lit only by the glow of a small TV and the light that bounced in from the open door to the hallway. I remember watching him play Super Mario Bros. and thinking, “This is amazing!”
Any impressive technology provides a bit of disbelief that you are actually able to do what it allows you to do. I still marvel at smartphones, and that I’m able to get my e-mail, navigation and even video chat from almost anywhere. It still baffles me a bit to know that all that is capable in a device you can slide into your pocket. If you weren’t there at the time, it’s hard to imagine the NES as “amazing”, I’m sure. But the Nintendo Entertainment System really felt like something new and cutting edge. When you saw it sitting on the shelf, you marveled at the technology inside. It looked sleek and very “now”. The NES has become such an icon of retro culture that it’s difficult to believe that we once looked at it the same way we look at the PS3 or iPad now. It was an expensive advanced and fancy pants machine in its day, that’s for sure.
I remember watching this kid in his room, pluck-ing fireballs, going down pipes, and exploring this amazing world inside the television. He let me play a bit. I of course was terrible, but I was compelled, just wondering what could possibly lie just off to the right of the screen. What adventures did each next level have in store?
My Mom came in and told me it was time to go home. I actually cried when it was time to leave. I wanted to badly to stay and keep playing. In the weeks after that, whenever Mom loaded us up in the Astro Van to go run errands, I always hoped in the back of my mind that we would make a stop at that house so I could play more Mario. To this day, I still remember that house was on Avenue C.
The weeks and months that followed may possibly have been some of the most annoying days my parents ever experienced. I don’t remember nagging them for a Nintendo, but I do remember REALLY wanting one BAD. So whether I deserved a Nintendo, or they got one just to shut me up, I’m unsure. When you’re 6 years old, you have a significant lack of perspective. Whatever the motivation we eventually got our very own Nintendo Entertainment System.
Here’s what I remember… I don’t recall it being a particularly special occasion like a holiday or birthday. I just remember my parents saying we were going to Wal-Mart and we were “Going to get a Nintendo”. I couldn’t believe it. I don’t remember going in the store, but for some reason I feel like I remember seeing the box in the car on the way home… that memory is really fuzzy though.
One thing I do remember rather clearly is my folks saying it was going to take 30 minutes to hook it up once we got it home. 30 MINUTES! I couldn’t believe it! What an eternity! I might as well just wait until I’m RETIRED! Sheesh! Time is certainly a relative perception, and if you have kids, don’t underestimate the difficulty little people have waiting for things to happen. When you’re a kid, if it’s not happening now, it may as well be 100 years away. The funny thing is, now hooking up a NES takes about 2 minutes. But it sure felt pretty complex back then.
I also recall being chiefly aware that this was expensive. I don’t know if I respected that fact then as much as I do now. It was definitely a lot of money compared to every other toy I had. I figure the NES probably cost around $150 then… the equivalent of almost $300 in today’s money. That was a lot of money just to shut me up! Ha ha.
After that, my clearest memories involve me being supremely frustrated with Super Mario Bros. There was so much rage when I couldn’t even clear the first jump in World 1-1. Time and time again, I would approach that hole… jump… and die. Mom had to try to calm me down, I would get so mad. I even tried thrusting the controller up in the air, hoping my muscle movements would help propel Mario over that chasm. Little did I know someday that would actually be possible. But with patience… okay, maybe not patience, but practice… I finally cleared that first jump. After that I never looked back.
The NES continued to bring so many great memories. Excitebike, Punch Out, Galaga, Rad Racer, Ice Hockey… all early experiences that felt completely amazing. And it began a love for games that continues to this day, even if I spend more time reading and writing about them that I do playing them it seems.
What were your first gaming memories? Post ’em up in the comments!