February of '55. Only time we watched Saturday morning cartoons was if it was raining or just too cold to be outside. Camping in the woods behind the house and swimming in a pond or damming up the creek to make a swimming hole. Playing Army with BB guns in the woods (fortunately no one shot somebody else's eye out). Riding our bikes all over Hell's Half Acre as my Dad would say. Building forts and treehouses in the woods.
Those were the good old days.
And we had a Pong also. IIRC, by the time it came along I was into cars (and girls ) and didn't play it much.



Tim