Wade Clarke's memoir of growing up writing games for the Apple II


1988 was the year I turned thirteen and started high school. Brisbane hosted the World Expo, and I went there with my family during the second or third school vacation of the year. My main memories of the expo are of collecting stamps from the different nations' pavilions in a souvenir passbook, watching a spectacular 3D’n’lasers film in the Fuji pavilion, encountering talking robots in glass cages and pyramids, and being told by a stranger one evening that my shoe was burning as I stood on an in-the-ground spotlight. ("Your shoe's burnin', mate.")

Programming-wise, I start making more BASIC games with Hi-res shapes this year, but I haven’t learned how to get around the accompanying RAM limitation yet, and I haven’t learned how to add better sound or music to my games, either.