Ahhhh, that state of the art Atari 2600! The stylin' third party joystck! The warm, comforting glow from the tv screen!

Still, a few questions come from such a simple snapshot.

Such as...

1. Did I really have all my homework and chores done prior to this gaming session? I mean, there is sunlight coming through the window. Maybe I played through the night? Very likely.

2. Was there a time I didn't wear those clothes at that age? I don't have many pictures to go off of, but those damn brown corduroy pants (which bring back a bad memory), along with that striped shirt, seem to be in all of them. Maybe my parents just decided to shoot all my childhood pictures in one day? Which would explain....

3. Why am I looking away from the screen!? That seems like a forced pose, yes. The level of my 2600 addiction was so great, I can't fathom what anyone could have said to make me turn away from precious game action...unless they were promising to finally get me some new clothes for a change.

4. What game was I playing? Ohhh, I know what game it is, of course. A grand No-Prize to the first reader to correctly guess/post the title of this 2600 classic.