{"id":7773,"date":"2022-11-09T14:38:06","date_gmt":"2022-11-09T13:38:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/costops.com\/index.php\/2022\/11\/09\/pushing-buttons-playing-games-into-the-wee-hours-was-a-teenage-pleasure-how-i-long-for-that-time\/"},"modified":"2022-11-09T14:38:06","modified_gmt":"2022-11-09T13:38:06","slug":"pushing-buttons-playing-games-into-the-wee-hours-was-a-teenage-pleasure-how-i-long-for-that-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/costops.com\/index.php\/2022\/11\/09\/pushing-buttons-playing-games-into-the-wee-hours-was-a-teenage-pleasure-how-i-long-for-that-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Pushing Buttons: Playing games into the wee hours was a teenage pleasure \u2013 how I long for that time"},"content":{"rendered":"

Becoming a parent has made my Elder Scrolls marathons and hours-long Zelda sessions mostly a thing of the past. Now taking on a video game after hours is a rare lifeline to my former self<\/p>\n

When I was a kid, I was only allowed to play video games on Fridays and Saturdays \u2013 an attempt by my parents to keep my gaming passion under control. (Narrator: it did not keep it under control.) For the rest of the week, I was happy doing other things and reading my Nintendo magazines, but come Friday evening, I was ready<\/em> to pick up a controller. I would stock up on Haribo and fizzy juice on the way home from school in preparation for an evening in front of the TV. My parents, presumably grateful for a few hours of peace, would throw a Pizza Hut delivery through the door of the spare room where our games consoles lived and leave my brother and I to it.<\/p>\n

We would sit and play Zelda or Diddy Kong Racing<\/a> or another parent-approved, non-violent obsession of the day until we were commanded to go to bed. Once my mum pulled the cord out of the wall while we were in the middle of the final Bowser boss battle of Super Mario 64, causing a meltdown still spoken about in our family. I still think my behaviour was justified; pulling the plug is the equivalent of blowing the whistle moments before you\u2019re about to score a winning goal.<\/p>\n

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\nBecoming a parent has made my Elder Scrolls marathons and hours-long Zelda sessions mostly a thing of the past. Now taking on a video game after hours is a rare lifeline to my former self
\nWhen I was a kid, I was only allowed to play video games on Fridays and Saturdays \u2013 an attempt by my parents to keep my gaming passion under control. (Narrator: it did not keep it under control.) For the rest of the week, I was happy doing other things and reading my Nintendo magazines, but come Friday evening, I was ready to pick up a controller. I would stock up on Haribo and fizzy juice on the way home from school in preparation for an evening in front of the TV. My parents, presumably grateful for a few hours of peace, would throw a Pizza Hut delivery through the door of the spare room where our games consoles lived and leave my brother and I to it.
\nWe would sit and play Zelda or Diddy Kong Racing or another parent-approved, non-violent obsession of the day until we were commanded to go to bed. Once my mum pulled the cord out of the wall while we were in the middle of the final Bowser boss battle of Super Mario 64, causing a meltdown still spoken about in our family. I still think my behaviour was justified; pulling the plug is the equivalent of blowing the whistle moments before you\u2019re about to score a winning goal. Continue reading…Technology | The Guardian<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Becoming a parent has made my Elder Scrolls marathons and hours-long Zelda sessions mostly a thing of the past. Now taking on a video game after hours is a rare lifeline to my former self When I was a kid, I was only allowed to play video games on Fridays and Saturdays \u2013 an attempt …<\/p>\n

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