Ask someone about their earliest memories of playing video games and they’ll often tell you about the physical
experience of play. They’ll describe the frustrating pleasure of flippinthrough an almanac to figure out where Carmen Sandiego had gone. Or they’ll recall holding the Nintendo light gun up to the television to cheat at
Duck Hunt.
Or maybe they’ll flash back to the smell of an arcade: that heady aroma of sweat, spilled soda, and molded plastic. Read more of this Slate article
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