Sorry to derail this serious thread

, but ....
I don't see what one thing has to do with the other? I'm not far off your age and play games. Games have a lower age limit, not an upper one.
20/25 years ago, when online gaming started to really take off, it was genuinely weird when you encountered someone in their 40s/50s who played games (it still happened occasionally, and I dare say those people are still playing games into their 70s or beyond!), but that was because that generation never grew up around computers/gaming. The entire concept was alien to them.
People who are in their late 40s/early 50s now were the pioneers of computer gaming. We invented it. It was our youth pastime. Our generation were the first one who created, bought and played games, and went to school the next day and argued the toss over whether the C64 was better than the Spectrum 48k. This is especially true of the UK, and it's often said that one of the reasons we've always punched above our weight in computer programming and within the games industry is because most kids during the 80s and 90s had home computers here in the UK.
Not only do I play games, but I know loads of people around our age who also play games. I know people who have dedicated games rooms in their houses and have spent tens of thousands of pounds collecting consoles and games!
The press like to constantly recycle stories about how gaming (in moderation, like anything else) is good for you as you get older. The articles tend to be a bit cheesy and patronising, but they often say games are good for mental acuity and keeping your reflexes sharp. Beyond that, it's a way of connecting with your children. The one thing that will get us all around the same TV in our house is gaming (put TV on, especially traditional broadcast TV, and all the kids disappear to their rooms).
Coincidentally, I had a game of FIFA with my 8 year old the other day, going into the final minutes I was losing 11-12. I scored a screamer in the final minute to make it 14-12 (there's a mode called Mystery Ball where you get a random number of goals when you score). I was off, running around the room celebrating like I'd just won the (real) World Cup. He buried his head in a cushion. Two seconds later he kicked off, ran half the length of the pitch, shot from miles away and it flew like an arrow, straight into the top corner. 15-14 to him. Game over. Now he was off around the room/I had my head my head buried in a cushion. Then we just fell about laughing for about 10 minutes at the craziness of it all! Whenever he wakes up he still (days later) trash talks me about that game (really daft things like "I'm hungry but don't know whether to have 14 or 15 corn flakes"), and we fall about laughing at it all again.
You don't get moments like that watching Eastenders together.