With no time to play 60+ hour epics anymore, a reader discovers a way to stay in love with gaming and still be a good dad.
Pay attention Sony, I am a sad dad no longer.
I will soon turn 47 and have been gaming since I was in single digits. I was green with envy playing Combat on my friend’s Atari 2600. Seaside and caravan site arcade machines occupied a huge space in my childhood mind. I remember being devastated after spending hours typing in game code from a magazine into my Spectrum 128K, only for the resulting game to be broken and unplayable. Amiga 1200, Nintendo,...


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