This was the holy grail. Whether it was a video game cassette system, a Sega knockoff, or later a PlayStation, getting one at home felt unreal. But it always came with rules. Strict rules.
“Only Sundays.”
“Only after homework.”
“Only one hour.”
And somehow, that one hour felt shorter every time. Parents were convinced gaming would ruin your eyesight, your grades, and your future. But we still begged. Gen Z plays games on phones during class breaks. We waited all week for Mario.
