I got into gaming because of him. Funny thing, he's not a gamer at all - I think the only game he played back then was Pac-Man and that once in a while. But still...
when I was a little kid, I'm talking about 3 or 4 years old, my dad took home an Atari that belonged to one of his brothers and showed me how to use it. I had never seen anything like it, and even though it was during the early 90s (thus, that particular Atari model was pretty much obsolete) I was in awe.
The only times my dad and I played some games together were back then, playing some Montezuma's Revenge. That will always stay with me, to be honest - it was such a warm, nice, carefree moment of bonding between my dad and I that never was replicated. Not even when they got me a SNES with Super Mario World for my birthday (or was it christmas?) the following year - I spent more time with my mom then, but she didn't have the time to actually play SMW with me, so she mostly watched and commented. Dad just listened to whatever the hell I said about the game when he came back from work.
And now... now we're both too old and too grumpy (and living in different cities) to really bond in such a carefree manner over something. Too burdened with concerns and too filled with regrets. Even small moments can turn into bickering if one of us says something and the other doesn't get it, or interprets it the wrong way. There's always something in the way...
But still, I treasure those moments. Those days when a young dad sat down with his little kid to play an old game on an obsolete console, laughing and translating the words I didn't understand (english isn't my first language, and I started learning from him) and forgetting about the small room in a small house that surrounded us. Just a father and his son. Thank you, dad.