I was seven years old in 1997, when Fallout 1 came out. It took a year for the game to be distributed here in France, so I discovered it in 1998.
We had these "PC jeux", which were magazines with a CD containing about 12 demos of random games + one gallery of a sologirl on the sound of a midi track. So, obviously, I had no access to the CD. Until one day, I sneaked behind my parents' back and installed all the demos on the computer. There was usually the demo of one big title, and a dozen of local little titles. I didn't have a game store around my village, so demos were the best I had. I installed Fallout's demo and was litteraly blown away, even if I didn't speak english back then, and didn't understand a thing about the dialogs. It was dark. Violent. Creepy. Fun. Simple. It turned on my potato (yeah, even by 1998's standards, my family's computer was a potato. My experience with games was mainly with reading articles about them so a game like Fallout was a dream come true : it was like it could run on anything).
It was the game I wanted.
A few months later, I went with my father at a local electronic shop for whatever reason, and he took me to the office, where he had a meeting. For me, people sitting in front of computers could only be video game testers, so I talked about that amazing demo, for this game that I couldn't find anywhere. Turns out, the intern had Fallout 1 on his accounting computer, and he allowed me to play it when his boss wasn't around. I had 2 minutes of the real Fallout game before the intern's boss came back and he had to shut it. But these two minutes were enough : I knew that there were other environments than the first area of Junktown (which was the demo level), and that you could make rats explode next to a mysterious bunker door. This game had promises.
Everytime my parents went to town, I went with them because there was one game store that had opened, and I checked if they had Fallout everytime. It took me a year to find the box of Fallout 2 (I didn't even know there was a Fallout 2 !), and I had to chit chat my way into making my parents believe that it wasn't a violent game, but an educational one about chernobyl. Obviously, they didn't buy it. Neither the game nor my half assed excuse for a story. Well... My mother didn't.
A few weeks later, my father and I were at the store again and he bought it to me, but I had to wait for my mother to go on a trip to play it, so that she wouldn't get mad. And, I had to help cleaning the house until then. When the store owner saw my father buying Fallout 2, he told him that he could order the first one too.
So, a few weeks later, when my mother went away, I had Fallout 1 and 2. I'll never forget the feeling of freedom when I first launched them, and the joy of discovering that they held all the promises that kept me waiting for the year.
AND there was also KKND 2 just a while after, so in my mind, I had the Fallout RPGs AND the strategy game. It was just perfect