Hey all...
Well, I guess some background is in order....
I grew up in the 80's. My early formative years were spent in a local arcade (nestled in the back of a bowling alley). During that time I was mainly an engine for mowing lawns and converting those funds into quarters that were quickly stuffed into machines in said arcade.
I always dreamed about how cool it would be to own my own arcade game, to have the luxury of playing when I wanted in a place that I didn't ever really have to travel to. At the time it seemed unreasonable and expensive. "Only some crazy rich dude would have something like that" I thought.
Fast Forward 30 years or so and I'm working for myself and getting back to things in life that brought me wonder and joy as a child and realizing that they still do. Even better, my kids share the same enthusiasm. The day I set them loose in an arcade we had to drive 50 miles to with a set of quarters I knew there was something to it. "When can we come back again?" was the first thing they asked after they became that machine that shoveled them in as I had done so many years before.
The day that I went to pick up my first arcade game with my 11-year old son in the front seat I explained to him what we were doing while we drove.
"That's crazy, Dad. No one has an arcade game in their home! We'll be the only ones I know of that do!"
And that's where I am now. More than just reliving my past I'm enjoying watching my kids enjoy the games I grew up on.
Well, I guess some background is in order....
I grew up in the 80's. My early formative years were spent in a local arcade (nestled in the back of a bowling alley). During that time I was mainly an engine for mowing lawns and converting those funds into quarters that were quickly stuffed into machines in said arcade.
I always dreamed about how cool it would be to own my own arcade game, to have the luxury of playing when I wanted in a place that I didn't ever really have to travel to. At the time it seemed unreasonable and expensive. "Only some crazy rich dude would have something like that" I thought.
Fast Forward 30 years or so and I'm working for myself and getting back to things in life that brought me wonder and joy as a child and realizing that they still do. Even better, my kids share the same enthusiasm. The day I set them loose in an arcade we had to drive 50 miles to with a set of quarters I knew there was something to it. "When can we come back again?" was the first thing they asked after they became that machine that shoveled them in as I had done so many years before.
The day that I went to pick up my first arcade game with my 11-year old son in the front seat I explained to him what we were doing while we drove.
"That's crazy, Dad. No one has an arcade game in their home! We'll be the only ones I know of that do!"
And that's where I am now. More than just reliving my past I'm enjoying watching my kids enjoy the games I grew up on.
