Hinting that desperately turned into begging as Christmas grew closer for an Atari, being told that it was not a possibility, even my sister, who is older than me, coming in from the pub and taking me aside to ask me to stop pressing for this as mum and dad simply couldn’t afford it this year.
I woke up on Christmas morning and wandered downstairs determined to look happy with whichever main present they got me that I clearly did not want (what a brat eh), my legs actually went weak when I saw the box, I can still remember the smell of the plastic (wood effect lol) and the feel of the controllers. Games have moved on but nothing has caught me like playing space invaders in my living room with my big sis.
I still have the console, how could I ever part with that.
