How it all started...
We all experience the same adventure in different ways, and video games are the great adventure that had come with me since childhood. For I began the journey since I was five years old. It was in the late 80’s in Philadelphia, USA. I was visiting my uncle who at that time owned a house in a remote villa collective. He lived the "American dream" as they say. On the streets, people had pink spandex, cut off hoodies at the waist and of course the ugly mullet haircuts. Around a two-hour drive from Maryland to Philadelphia, in an old black-Station Wagon, we finally arrived. With a bladder about to explode, I run through the little garden, up the stairs and into the yellow house and straight into the nearest toilet. There really is nothing more beautiful than to release all the pain that you have experienced the last two hours.
Once out of the toilet, I greet all the relatives and walk into the living room, which was also a kitchen. Ugly yellow wallpaper adorned the walls and further into the room I found a small wooden table made of old oak. On the table was a television, which its frame had the same tint as the television. To be sure not to miss the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I go and start the television directly. Under the television or on the floor was something else, a special device. It wasn’t a video recorder or a TV-receiver, but a gray box with little black and red text. For a five year old, it was no big deal with such a box. For it, made no sound and had no lights that could attract. It was after all, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael and Michelangelo on television that attracted.
"...this was the moment that defined me as a person. One of the earliest memories I have, except when I drank gasoline one time"
After some food and drink and plenty of sleep, I wake up. I hear little weird electronic sounds in the background. On the way down to the living room, I see my uncle sitting in front of the television. He turns around and sees me coming.
- Come here says uncle, and in my hand is suddenly a square box with red buttons. On the TV I see a small man in red running, crushing bricks with his head and skipping happily over the green pipes. I blink for a while and suddenly I have an orange plastic gun in my hand, and a dead duck on the screen. It felt so natural and genuine, this was the moment that defined me as a person. One of the earliest memories I have, except when I drank gasoline one time. But every time I go back in time to that moment, it fills my body with energy and happiness. What wonderful times I had and what fun it was to play the Nintendo entertainment system.
" It took me about fifteen minutes and eight games before my patience broke..."
There is something strange with nostalgia and the feeling surrounding it. It reminds us of our past and all the good memories we had. But as quickly as it comes, it disappears with a mountain of profanity. It took me about fifteen minutes and eight games before my patience broke, and I shut down the SNS emulator on my PC. It was not the way it looked and played, I thought. Then I sat and wondered if these games that we played during our younger days are the same that I am playing now. During all the stress and psychosis, I try to repress away the experience I just had. Instead I try to fade in to the nice memories I remember from when I was a child. That evening where we in tears destroy Dr. Wily with bubbles in Mega man, that night when sat in the dark in front of a twenty inch TV and played Spiderman on the Atari 2600, and at dawn when our robot duo (steroid hulks) saved the universe in Probotector (Contra ) from a murderous heart (or was it an alien robot head?).
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