CHATHAM, NH—During a long-planned excursion with his family through the White Mountain National Forest, 12-year-old Austin Tanden is said to have spent an entire hiking trip Tuesday fantasizing about exactly which video games he would play when he got home. “First, I’m going to boot up Fortnite and ...
This was me, skiing with my dad when I was a kid. Brand new Amiga 500 waiting in my room, along with 200 borrowed floppies, and dad wants to spend the Saturday skiing. Yay.
As a lifelong avid gamer who's definitely more an inside cat than an outdoors lad, I always immensely appreciate pops, gf, or the crew whenever they lovingly push me out into nature biz. Yes, the fishing trips can be boring af in the moment. Yes, I've wondered if camping is worth the effort. For sure, I've been on hikes where I fantasize about that hot new game at home.
In the end I'm always reflecting on the time fondly.
It's good to be out of your comfort zone sometimes. And nearly everybody could use more fresh air these days.
Perfectly said. As a kid I never appreciated the things my dad made me do. But as an adult I really appreciate it.
I also think it helped me appreciate the games at home more. Once I graduated high school and spent the entire summer at home inside I got really fucking bored of my games really fast.
Yeah man like, in short kids are kinda dumb and short-sighted. I also remember the urge to eat candy and drink pop till I destroyed my stomach, which is obviously a terrible idea haha
The memories are worth way more than another day fucking off gaming.
Games are always there, but the important people in my life are not. 🤷🏼 Life is better with a little bit of actual adventure peppered between the digital adventures.
That's just sad. I had an NES, a Gameboy, an SNES, and an N64 when they came out and I ALWAYS like doing things and getting out. My mom, granddad, and one aunt would all go skiing in the winter and bike riding in the summer, and I enjoyed every fucking minute of it. I also enjoy every fucking minute of my video games. But I knew they'd still be there when I got done having other kinds of fun.
I was very fortunate and extremely lucky in many ways. Like how our next-door neighbor got tickets to a local amusement park every year from his pension and since he and has wife were old farts and their kids were grown, he always gave them to us and we'd just buy extra for other family members that wanted to go along. I won't deny I had an amazing childhood in so many ways, but that doesn't forgive the lies and trauma.