"Go back. Go waaaaay back," writes John Walker. "What's the very first thing you remember about gaming?"
My father and I on a walk along the beachside promenade in Worthing, England, on a sunny day. They were refurbishing the town's pier, a huge but decrepit pile of firewood that by the 1980s housed little more than an arcade. Instead of putting the cabinets in storage, they had them out on the asphalt under awnings and parasols, a startling and strangely British scene. I played Sega's Turbo. And that was that.
