So I gave my son a crash course in video game history, compressing 25 years of gaming history into about four years.
At this point, you’re probably either thinking I’m a monster or a pretty awesome dad. Maybe a little of both.
That’s okay with me. My son is amazing, he loves video games, and more than anything, he loves playing them with me.
Ready, player two?
I sometimes wonder if I ever have kids (god forbid), how would I introduce them to the world of computers? Just hand them a dumb, locked, experimentation-hostile box like a modern smartphone or tablet and be done with it, or hook him up with a textual, CLI-based computer that I grew up with? I’m convinced that the latter would instill a far greater appreciation and understanding of technology than the former.