51. Evolution

Welcome to the world as we know it. Take the time this Easter weekend to smell the daffodils and then mow them accidentals because the grass needs cutting. It may come as a bit of a shocker to some of you, but I am not a religious man. I have my opinions and if you want to buy me a beer or several I will dispense my wisdom on the subject for many drunken hours.  Today though I shall be talking about the way we/I have evolved.

The first graffiti artist.

Let us start where all good tales start, the beginning. It would be kind of dumb to start at the end.  The first cavemen to wander the Earth had it a little rough. Surviving was probably higher on their day-to-day list rather than playing games. Unless you count hunting a wooly mammoth as a game that is.  Trawling the internet I managed to find this picture of a caveman playing with the first Etch-a-Sketch. The biggest downfall I could see is that once you had drawn your picture you would have to wait for the first earthquake to make your picture disappear. Is it any wonder that the caveman died out?

So from 20,000 BC to the 18th century nothing happened at all of any importance. Playing games were not of importance to children of the day. Surviving childhood was a major concern. Infant mortality rates were through the roof and if you didn’t go through the roof you were either sent up the chimney to clean it or down the coal mine. Child labour was rampant and Mill owners thought nothing of sending children into machines to fix them, while they were running. If this was to happen today I would hope the child sent into the machine would at least have the common sense to be humming the Mission Impossible theme while doing so?

the Ihoop and Icupandball

It wasn’t until the invention of the hoop and stick that children had something to do other than sell oranges or pick pockets. My kids often ask me if I had a hoop and stick, to which I reply, “Don’t ask me any questions until you are done with the chimney.”  Children would have hoop and stick races through the streets of London (probably) then the revolution started and the cup and ball was invented. Parents hated this! They had to line up at all the stores of the day and get the damn cup and ball for the kids, the christmas sales were through the roof, (probably because someone stole the roof) Cup and Ball was all the rage, if you didn’t have one at school then you were a nobody.  (again probably)

I had this one, and it's probably the reason I love going to the casino!

Moving on because nothing else interesting happened until 1969. When I was born. And then lets jump on to 1977 because those first few years have no relevance to what I’m rambling on about.

The cup and ball was a great leap forward in games. It was for individuals, you could play on your own. No longer would any adult hear a child say “I’m Bored!”  Lucky for me and the invention of plastics because a plastic cup and ball is so much better than a wooden one, right?

 The handheld cames that came out in the mid seventies were great. for £1.99 ($3.15 in american today) parents could keep their kids occupied for hours why they did whatever parents do.

Jealousy!

The Pocketeers were not only games, but also collectors items, once you had one, you wanted the whole set.  The Fruit Machine version was the first one I had, I spent hours pressing the button and watching those wheels spin around.  And around, and, well you get it. 

As I remember my pal Steve Batt had this motor racing version, I really wanted this one but never did get hold of one.  For a review of all things Pocketeers check out the World of Stuart site (wait until you finished the rest of the blog though!)

Game and Watch by Nintendo

Life could not be any better, and then evolution carried on! One day I saw the Game and Watch.  Not only was it a game! guess what! It was a watch too.  When I first saw the Ball game, I was disappointed that there was no cup. OK that’s a lie, I never thought that, all I though was, I WANT ONE!  The Ball juggler was a step up from the plastic games, it was all space age and computerized! Again there were many versions, but I only ever owned the Ball Juggler. (Just typing that made me laugh – Still a schoolboy at heart!)

Sadly, I had to grow up. And as I grew I watched games grow. Computers went from having the brain of a gnat through to something way smarter than I ever will be. From the Atari, the Spectrums, the commodore, The various PCs, Segas, playstations, X-Boxes. Evolution of games is never going to stop. Or has it reached its end?

The return of the cave dweller.

My daughter in the basement. Evolution has gone full circle!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*please note, this blog contains many historical facts that are all wrong, do not use any data found here in school work!

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About davebakersoccer

I am a person who has always had too much time on their hands, and instead of creating a masterpiece or taking on the world, I have spent my time on nothing important at all.
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7 Responses to 51. Evolution

  1. Kenn says:

    I don’t think I would have liked the hoop and stick… that would have been far too boring. Being 10 years (appx) older than you… I had less technology (the Operation game was amazing though..) to deal with and I was left to my imagination… playing Batman was one of my favorites.. My entire goal, outside of fighting crime, was to make sure that my safety pinned cape would proudly wave in the breeze when I rode my ‘Bat-Bike.’ My other love (nerd alert inserted here) was model rocketry. I would spend hours on end building and painting the most perfect rocket.. load it onto the launch pad, hit the ignitor, watch it soar, only to crash back to the ground because the parachute wasn’t folded properly inside. I would pick up the zillion pieces of balsa wood rocket and mourn the loss of my creation. I sometimes think wearing a cape was more rewarding…

  2. AH yes, I too wanted to be Batman. or superman. or luke skywalker. I don’t think kids know how to pretend any more, computers tell them what to think. The rocket thing I also had a go at. Though mine were washing up liquid bottles filled with water and then I used a foot pump to get as much air in them as posible so they would soar upwards under the presure.

  3. I was born in 1984, and I like to think I was born into a good decade to be a child. We still had plenty of old-fashioned toys (quoits was a personal favourite, if only because it’s a very silly word) but by the time I was old enough to use one, computers were just becoming a part of the household. I had an Amiga Commadore, and spent far too much of my childhood playing Monkey Island and Pipes, then later came the fabled Sega Megadrive. Still, I played outdoors and loved being a kid, climbing trees and punching boys.

    I don’t think imagination is entirely dead yet, but the modern state of Lego does worry me. It seems nigh-on impossible to just buy a tub of plain Lego; they all come with instructions and fancy boats and cars now.

  4. I had lego too, I could build a lego house that looked more like block. Interesting aside. My kid just came back from chicago with a bunch of lego people she made, each one is looks like one of the family! I’ll post that on my twitter feed in a bit.

  5. kenberry475 says:

    Nice historical retrospect! I especially liked the part about the prehistoric Etch-a-sketch! Keep up the great posts!

  6. Andrea says:

    I will never be able to play those advanced games, too many buttons. I can handle a mouse click and a Nintendo wii, that’s about it! Lol
    I love the pic of your daughter playing. Coming full circle happens too much as we get older huh?

    • Hi Andrea, thanks for the comment. Yes getting older is not much fun. My daughter does invite me to go kill Zombies in the basement. But I’d rather stay upstairs with a nice cup of tea*. My knees don’t like the stairs.

      *and by tea, i mean beer.

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