For people who are my age, Nintendo was probably a pretty big part of their childhood. I’m sure we had all spent our fair share of time in arcades pumping quarters into machines, and probably even took a few turns playing Atari, ColecoVision, or other earlier home video game systems. But when Nintendo came along, it turned the video gaming world on its head and changed the business forever. We probably have it to thank for the continued video game obsession that persists even to this day. But for every one of us who loved Nintendo, there was a singular point in time when we first got to experience playing a game on one. This is the story of my first time.
I was nine years old in the early fall of 1987. During that time of year, I would spend a lot of time at my grandparent’s house helping with things like picking up chestnuts from their four chestnut trees that reached to the sky back in the days before the chestnut blight took them away, canning the last of the bounty from that year’s garden, and picking apples in preparation for the yearly tradition of making apple butter. The real old-fashioned apple butter that cooks down all day in a huge copper pot over an open fire. That was always one of my favorite days of the year. The whole family would gather at Granny’s house and take their turn stirring the huge vat of apple butter, as it had to be constantly stirred over the eight or so hours it took to make it.
On one of these particular days, my uncle Ernest stopped by while I was there. After a while of talking to my grandparents, Ernest turned his attention to me and said, “Tims got something new you need to come see.” Ernest was a little excited as he started describing to me this new thing that Tim had. Ernest was not an easily excitable man. He was a gruff man. He was drafted to Vietnam when he was eighteen and did two tours of duty there. Even to this day in 2024, he has never talked about his time there. He was a farmer who worked all morning with his cows and pigs and then worked second shift at a factory job on top of it. Ernest didn’t have time for the trivial things in life, nor did he have patience for anything that he didn’t see as productive. So when he was semi-excitedly giving me the details about Tim’s latest acquisition, I was on the edge of my seat, listening as intently as I could.
He went on to explain that it was a video game that plugged into your television. And it had games that you put in it and played them on the TV. It had hand controllers that you used to play the game. And the best part he said, “It don’t even take quarters to play it.” As I described earlier, Ernest was not a man to waste time on trivial things, and I guess he must have missed the Atari era altogether because he described these features as if they had never been seen before. He ended his hype speech with a line that I can still hear in his voice in my head, “it’s called Nintendo.”
I spent the rest of my day with Nintendo on my mind. Partly because it sounded like the coolest invention of all time, and partly because I was confused as to how I hadn’t heard of this “wonder box” before now. I couldn’t remember hearing about it at school while talking with friends in home room, at lunch, or at recess. I watched cartoons every weekday after school and all day on Saturday’s yet could not picture any commercials describing it. I even read a few comic books back then and wracked my brain to remember if I had seen any ads for it there. Even Stevie the Tyrant hadn’t mentioned it that I knew of, and he was one of those kids who usually got the hot new things before anyone else we knew. I was coming up blank. Somehow I had been completely oblivious to its existence. But one thing I absolutely would not forget was the invite from Ernest to come over and check it out.
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