I was about 4, and my mum and Dad had just split up (it wasnt a bad split so no, this isnt a sob story). Me and mother moved into a london flat in November sometime and it was absolutely fucking bare, that christmas my Dad bought me a master system with a copy of Alex the Kidd built in, and the original Sonic (!!!!). The best picture I own in the world is me sitting down on a bare wooden floor with plaster white walls and no other decoration but a small sofa with holes in, playing Alex the Kidd in the corner of the room.
Good times.