GOD, your parents are really scared of something, aren't they, OP? Not only did you WORK for that console to purchase it with your own money (like a total boss, I might add, I admire the dedication at such a young age), they kept it from you until christmas (I wonder if they bought you anything themselves, or did that count as your Christmas gift?) and THEN they only allow you a pathetic hour of fun time on weekends!?
That just doesn't seem fair.
My first controller was whatever the European Sega Genesis was called. And my first game (which I was too young to comprehend how to play) was some Sonic game where I remember you could run forward. My first actual game that I played was on the Game Boy. It was either Metroid II, SuperMarioLand or Pokemon Red/Blue. Around that time I started playing PS1 games as well such as Spyro and Crash Bandicoot.
And the first console I owned was the Game Boy Colour, which I got for Christmas one year. Funny enough, the first non-handheld I owned was my Xbox 360, before then all I had played on was either my dad or brother's Xbox. I gave my Xbox to my little bro, seeing as now I have my lovely PC.
Looking back, I think I started off really well. But how exactly did it happen? My dad was a gamer! He still sort of is. So that passed down to my brother and then to me. Simple, really. If you wonder what my dad played, it was DOOM, Quake, Chasm and the like. He mentioned he had a pong console when he was a lot younger, too.
