This week, the gaming world celebrated 25 glorious years since the original PlayStation was released out into the wild. This slim-line piece of grey plastic and wires would go on to rule the world, dragging video games kicking and screaming into the modern age. Since then we have seen 3 further generations of the console, with a 4th due very soon.
Celebrating 25 years of the PS One took me back to a particular memory of my own, although this was probably closer to 20 years ago. My parents had been out Christmas shopping with my grandparents, and upon their return, they produced a brand spanking new PlayStation. This was very unusual for my parents, who typically would have saved a gift like this for Christmas, but on this day they decided to let us have it there and then.
I don’t remember what games were with the PlayStation if any. But I do remember getting up the next day and heading down to my local outdoor market to see if anyone was selling some cheap, second hand PlayStation games. I was in luck. That day I picked up a handful of classic titles, but the two I remember most vividly were the original Gran Tourismo and WWF Attitude. Back then I was a huge WWF/WWE fan, and after years of enduring so-so graphics on consoles like the SNES, I was about to get my first real taste of a modern WWF videogame.
My feet hardly touched the floor as I raced home, carrier bag in hand, ready to play my games. I recall deciding not to wait the 5 minutes for the next bus, because that was 5 minutes of game playing time I wouldn’t get back. Nope, I wasn’t going to wait around. I had my games, I had the house to myself, and I was bloody well going to play them. Fate would have different plans though.
I arrived home, red-faced, about 20 minutes later. The bus I’d chose to skip had passed me on the main road about 10 minutes before, but nothing was going to kill my buzz. QUickly I threw off my trainers and jacket, checked no one was home to disturb me, and shot off upstairs to my room like a bat out of Hell. What happened next is still a bit of a blur, probably fading away over the years, but what I do remember is running upstairs so quickly that I somehow managed to catch my foot on the doorframe to my room. The pain hit me like a brass-knuckle punch to the face. The impact of flesh and bone on solid wood resulted in two of my toes bending out sideways in a direction they are not supposed to move, and the skin between them tearing open. I dropped to my knees in agony. The air turned blue as I let out every expletive I knew as loudly and proudly as I could. There’s even a good chance I cried, I wouldn’t be surprised.
How I didn’t break some bones that day is beyond me. Maybe I did – I never went to get them checked out. But broken bones or not, the pain was excruciating. I remember my foot throbbing, and you could even see it pulsing. I’m not sure I’ve felt physical pain like that since that day, and I have no desire to revisit it.
Eventually, I did get to play my copy of WWF Attitude, and quite honestly it was garbage. It was better than a lot of the games I’d played prior to this one, but looking back it wasn’t a great video game and definitely wasn’t worth the agonizing pain that resulted from rushing home to play it – and that’s still the truth all these years later. Let this be a lesson to all of you – some gaming memories are extremely painful.
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