And that Atari 2600 still works. sniff
I will force my kids to play Yars Attacks, and at least try a few games of Frogger and Pac-man.
Mwahaha.
My remote went AWOL on me a few months ago. Boy, do I know how rough my mom had it!
Atari! Ha! We would have cut off our arms to have Atari! Pong. That was all I had growing up. And I was happy to have it, too!
Oh, Puhleeeeze!
Pong? PONG!
Who had Pong?
We had to make do with pinball at the corner store.
Lousy music, and the bumper action sucked!
Don’t talk to me about Pong.
According to the Pope, a woman can be a saint, but not a priest.
Hah! I can top you all. We played with sticks or scraps of fabric, since we were too poor to buy a new TV for a few years.
Uphill! In the snow! Both ways! There must be a parenting manual (Dr. Spock?) that teaches parents these phrases.