Yep, or jump on the old rickety go-cart made out of your Mum's laundry trolley wheels (I still remember the flogging for taking that apart!) and whatever wood you could scrounge from the empty block next door, and go tearing up and down the 200m driveway, only to forget you were waiting for something to load on the computer.
By the time you remember and get back inside, two hours have passed and Dad's watching the news and there is no way you're getting back onto that computer until the following day... so, back outside, mumbling and grumbling because you didn't get to play the game!!