I've heard of those wilderness camps. I've heard nothing but horror stories from them. Had that happened to me I'd be yelling that I had a bomb at the airport. Those camps statistically cause more harm than good usually.

Working at an Animal Hospital.

I know some of the younger forum users will have a little trouble believing this, but once upon a time there were no such things as mobile 'phones, the internet or games consuls! It's true!

 

Back in those days, I could remember about 70 folks 'phone numbers, left the house to meet up with people without even calling them first and spent a lot of time reading.

 

The life changing moment for me was when I got a ZX81 kit. A home build computer (I use the term loosely, as 16K RAM does little more than count, fast) It took me 6 weeks to solder all the components in, then another two to work out how to type my name. However, it didn't take long before I was programming very simple games into the 'magic box' as my Father called it. That was it, I was hooked on the idea of playing games. I moved on through to the Spectrum (with colour!), the the BeeB thang, consuls like the Mega drive and Nintendo64 and hand helds like the dubiously named GameBoy. I can honestly say, I've played a computer game every day of my life since about 1981/1982. That's about 30 years of gaming. I've shot 'em up, driven round the world, bounced around like Trigger on amphetamines through futuristic worlds, delved into dungeons and put Bruce Lee to shame with my pixel kicks.

 

I've been ridiculed by my more 'serious' friends, but played on.

 

I've been disciplined by my boss, but played on.

 

I've had arguments with my partner about my game time, but played on.

 

And when I get that comfortable high backed chair in a nursing home, I hope I'll be playing on. :shades: