Thursday, November 12, 2015
In September I made a trip back home to Canada with my family in tow to visit my parents. It was the first time back in quite a while for me (and my son`s first time ever). After getting over the emotional greetings, etc one of the first things my parent`s said was "There is a huge stack of your junk in our garage. Do something about that."
While most of my childhood possessions are long gone, a selection of my old treasures has somehow managed to survive multiple moves over the decades and remain packed up in plastic bins at mom and dad's place. And as I happily discovered while going through the boxes my childhood video games were among the survivors.
My NES Action set, still in its box, was among the first things I fished out (but forgot to take a picture of). I didn't have a chance to plug it in so not sure if it still works, but along with it I also found my complete library of NES games, pictured above. Double Dragon III, Shinobi, TMNT, Operation Wolf and the SMB/Duck Hunt cart that came with the console. Yup a grand total of 5 carts that I put together over several years. Sitting as I am now on a pile of hundreds of Famicom games, its hard to imagine how I managed to get so much entertainment out of these 5 carts back in the day, but I remember very clearly that I did. The fact that these cost $40-$50 each in 1980s dollars, which represented several months worth of allowances for my 10 year old self no doubt explains that.
In another box I found an earlier era of my childhood video game collection, my Commodore Vic-20, complete with all the games.
I also found in the box a pile of floppy disk games for the Apple IIC, the computer that eventually replaced the Vic-20 as our official family computer in about 1987 or thereabouts. While I had saved the software for it, the Apple IIC itself is no longer around, probably a victim of its own bulkiness.
I'd like to say that I was able to hook these up and play with them but I unfortunately didn't have time. Nor did I have space in my luggage to bring them back to Japan with me. I can at least say, however, that they are still safe. After some negotiation with my parents I was able to secure the continued use of some storage space in their garage for the indefinite future (in exchange for my agreement to get rid of a lot of other stuff: sorry baseball card collection and all of my old books). So they remain in Canada, awaiting my return. Someday I shall return for you, childhood video game collection, and we shall play together again, probably when my son is old enough and my apartment big enough to house you.