Boy: ten years old. Girl: seven. Stuck at our place for the afternoon and evening.
On my wife’s hunch, I dug out my old Atari 2600 from the closet. “These are the videogames I played when I was your age,” I explained. “Look, you can’t even connect it to the TV with the coaxial jack. You need an adaptor for these metal prongs.”
They twisted the joystick rather than pushed it. They asked what the orange button was for. They had no idea what to do with paddles, and they found it weird to use silver levers to start the game and switch between levels. (more…)