Our Arati 2600 went flying. I remember that day very clearly.
My two older brothers and my cousin, all around 8-10 were fighting over "who's turn it was next", I was 6, and thus only qualified for a "turn" after everyone else had two turns each, as is the way of things when you're the youngest. Anyway, one of my brothers (the middle one) was pressing that it was still his turn after his avatar died (can't remember which game it was, maybe frogger) because my cousin distracted him or something, but it was my oldest brother's turn next, naturally insisting that he now have the controller. A large argument burst forth that caught the ears of our parents, one in a lengthy series of fires erupting from the Atari they has been extinguishing all school holidays.
In the end, my father's solution was to rip the console from the TV/Wall and toss it from the 2nd story balcony across the yard where it hit the ground and exploded, in slow motion, into many splintery peices as we all watched in horror. This my seem extreme, but the argument was fairly heated and it wasn't the first time this had happened. I wasn't completly faultless either, being the youngest and most adept and covertly causing mayhem, I encouraged both sides of the argument whilst hinting that if they couldn't both agree then it should of course be my turn, and before you knew it everyone was yelling at everyone else. So the end did somewhat jusify the means, we were all just too naive to see it comming.
I also distinctly remember my brother collecting the largest peices and whilst sobbing pleading with our father that it really was "still his turn" as if my dad could fix it and he could still play.
Funny when I think back on it, but it was a very gloomy thing when you're six. We got another (second hand) atari about 6 months later as we still had heaps of games, but we had learnt our lesson and were all much more civil about "who's turn it was" form then on.
Last edited by Drac; 21st July 2007 at 12:54 AM.