Yeah, it used to piss me off because the one game I managed to acquire and wanted to play was Shogun, and it just happened to be the largest game, data wise, of them all. Except, the bloody thing always tanked just before execution, which meant I wasted about 20 minutes, but the tenacity of youth back then meant you just restarted and tried again.
It's totally true. You'd just start again, and go outside and jump on the trampoline (the old-school death traps, not those new padded ones that are all about safety and not getting electric shocks) or something til it was ready to go. I don't remember being bored while waiting (although I'm sure I was).
Yep, or jump on the old rickety go-cart made out of your Mum's laundry trolley wheels (I still remember the flogging for taking that apart!) and whatever wood you could scrounge from the empty block next door, and go tearing up and down the 200m driveway, only to forget you were waiting for something to load on the computer.
By the time you remember and get back inside, two hours have passed and Dad's watching the news and there is no way you're getting back onto that computer until the following day... so, back outside, mumbling and grumbling because you didn't get to play the game!!
We really did. It’s a shame not all children are taught the same patience we once were. I remember getting in trouble for saying I was bored, because ‘there is always something to do if you think hard enough’. Not sure if that would fly in society today, although there is probably more to do now, it’s just that it revolves around watching something rather than playing outside!
Yeah, it used to piss me off because the one game I managed to acquire and wanted to play was Shogun, and it just happened to be the largest game, data wise, of them all. Except, the bloody thing always tanked just before execution, which meant I wasted about 20 minutes, but the tenacity of youth back then meant you just restarted and tried again.
I must've been stupid!!
It's totally true. You'd just start again, and go outside and jump on the trampoline (the old-school death traps, not those new padded ones that are all about safety and not getting electric shocks) or something til it was ready to go. I don't remember being bored while waiting (although I'm sure I was).
Yep, or jump on the old rickety go-cart made out of your Mum's laundry trolley wheels (I still remember the flogging for taking that apart!) and whatever wood you could scrounge from the empty block next door, and go tearing up and down the 200m driveway, only to forget you were waiting for something to load on the computer.
By the time you remember and get back inside, two hours have passed and Dad's watching the news and there is no way you're getting back onto that computer until the following day... so, back outside, mumbling and grumbling because you didn't get to play the game!!
It was a situation where if you wanted to play that game you had no other choice, so you persevered. We had to work harder for rewards back then! Lol
We really did. It’s a shame not all children are taught the same patience we once were. I remember getting in trouble for saying I was bored, because ‘there is always something to do if you think hard enough’. Not sure if that would fly in society today, although there is probably more to do now, it’s just that it revolves around watching something rather than playing outside!
Isn't there just? Gone are the days of looking longingly outside when the weather's too bad to escape the house!