Following on from a recent blog, Read About it Here! I’ve been having a wee think to myself about my ‘collection’. No the collection I’m referring to is not a bunch of nail clippings or bottles of my old urine, I’m keeping those, no my retro game collection. Sharing my home now with 2 small humans means space is at a premium and my hundreds of vintage video games have suddenly found out where they lye on the pecking order (not high). For me the hunt for the games, going to charity shops and car boot sales, was always better than the actual playing of the games I got.
In our previous home, I had a ‘Man Cave’ dedicated to old games and old systems, complete with posters on the wall, a Hifi, and collectibles of all types. Looking back it was probably the bedroom I wanted when I was a teenager with no cash. Rows and rows of video games, magazines from the Golden Era of my childhood, the early 90’s and 8 or 9 systems all hooked up to a Sony CRT. To have this at the time would have cost thousands not the mere pennies I paid a few years later.
Saturday mornings consisted of game hunting in the morning with my best friend, my dog, then a spot of lunch and home to sort through the pile of games I’d amassed.
Working out what to move and how to display my latest finds and then claim innocence to the wife ”What new games, oh no they have always been there”
Display them for who exactly was the question that had started to rattle about my head. It was only ever me in there, reminiscing about the good old days when all you had to worry about was what game you were getting for your birthday or Christmas.
It’s that period of time in our life that draws us to collect things from our past rather than the subject matter itself. Hours would pass me by in there, maybe playing the same handful of games over and over while thumbing through the mound of magazines or looking at the box art of the hundreds of games that sat on my shelves never to be played.
After my first son arrived, my interest in collecting seemed to take a big hit, partly down to the time spent searching for games was no longer there but mainly the desire had started to go too. Moving house gave me the chance to thin my collection out and anything that survived the move still hasn’t been unpacked. When small human no 2 popped into our lives, that really was the final nail in the game collection coffin.
I still enjoying gaming but the focus on the past, the focus on collecting has gone totally now. All the old games I want to play are no available on my gaming pc, no need any longer for the rows and rows of the dust collecting boxes. I’ll introduce them both to gaming at the right time but the collection is slowly getting sold off and the proceeds will go into an account for the kids. Give them a small start in life and help them with their future.