Bounce Back

Being back at my childhood home these past days has been interesting. Every so often something - a smell, an item, a sound - will spark a memory and I’ll flash back to an earlier time.

Yesterday I sat on my mom’s bed, flipping through channels and I had a clear glimpse of my sister and me, sitting on the edge of the bed and playing a remarkable game of Pong.

Naturally, I wondered if that console might still be in the house somewhere. My mom seems to save everything. If it’s here, I wouldn’t know where to look first, though. Oh, but I’d love to find it. I want to show my kids the device that got me started with this crazy technology obsession. And I want them to get an idea of how far gaming has come since I was their age.

Who’d have thought we’d go from a white blip bouncing on the scree to Madden, Guitar Hero and whatever else my kids are doing in front of the TV today. Amazing. Simply amazing.