We didn’t have a video or a computer or anything like that when I was younger. Sometimes though, my Dad, who was a primary school teacher, would get to bring home some bit of equipment from school for the summer holidays, which was VERY EXCITING INDEED.
(Kids nowadays are spoilt really with everything being so instant – the BBC computer arriving home at the end of July was an epic experience.)
When I was about ten years old and my sister was six, we had the video one holidays, so we went to see the slightly dubious man across the road who did dodgy videos, and he lent us E.T. In the opening sequence, where E.T. gets left behind, my Mum put on a baby voice and said ‘Mummy, Mummy, don’t go!’ My sister and I both burst into tears and pretty much cried for the whole of the rest of the film.
(We didn’t often watch films so we may have been a little over sensitive to the whole situation.)