By Dan Zuccarelli . October 2, 2007 . 12:20pm
Two of my most vivid childhood memories involve the vaunted Atari 2600, which like myself is turning 30 years old this year. Interestingly enough that machine is still in my home, with my Atari right along side newcomers like my PS3 and Dreamcast.
Once I woke up very early on a Saturday morning to get in some Atari bowling before my cartoons started and bowled a perfect game. I was so excited I dug out my parents Polaroid to take a picture of the screen, but not understanding the flash against the tv glass at such a young age ended up with a solid white picture. The second isn't quite so cute, though it does show a young gamers enthusiasm being dashed. When Pac-Man was released for the 2600, it was a BIG deal. Before game reviews and what-not, you really didn't have much to go on, but they promised the arcade experience at home. I remember going to the store with my parents and buying it. When we got home and turned it on we were greeted with a game with only a passing resemblence to the Pac. Bastards.
Of course it hold a special place in my heart (and my life). I never would've guessed I'd still be playing these games after 30 years, and I have the Atari to thank for putting me on the path. Happy Birthday my good friend.