There's something about the whirring sound of a CD-ROM drive spinning up that still makes my spine tingle. Not the sleek, whisper-quiet hum of today's SSDs—I'm talking about that proper mechanical grinding, the kind that made you wonder if your computer was about to launch into orbit or…

The sound still makes my spine tingle. You know the one—that metallic *chunk* as you slam a fresh cartridge into an N64, followed by the satisfying click of the power switch. But nothing, and I mean nothing, compared to hearing your mate's mum shout "tea's ready!" when you…

There I was, controller in hand, staring at a Snorlax blocking a path in what had to be the most chilled-out video game I'd ever played. No health bars, no time limits, no sweaty palms from dodging boss attacks. Just me, a camera, and the job of snapping…

You know that feeling when a game hits you sideways and you're not quite sure why? That's exactly what happened the first time I slotted Majora's Mask into my N64. I'd been riding high on Ocarina of Time for months—that game was pure magic, the kind that makes…