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Some of my earliest memories are of playing video games. Two of my childhood cats were named Mario and Princess. We had a hamster named Sonic, who was preceded by a pair of goldfish named Sonic and Tails. I remember scenes of early Mario Bros. and Zelda games that I can't quite place, fuzzy memories of friends, family, and fun. I remember my brother having an operation as a toddler for trigger thumb, and my parents playing late night grudge matches of Dr. Mario. And it wasn't just the games. I still have my Mario bathroom cup dispenser, a wide array of toys, clothing, bedding, books, videos, and yes, more memories.
As I grew up, so did video games. As the family collection grew from an Atari and NES to one that included Playstations of varying numbers, XBoxes, high powered computers, and everything in between, my family, friends, and I were able to experience different worlds together. My friends and I wasted countless hours playing Goldeneye and then Halo, and I stopped wasting money at bars and started singing karaoke at home. Most importantly, over the years my brother and I created a network of secret codes, rules, etiquette, late fees at rental stores, and a wonderful friendship that was at least partially built with our rapidly moving thumbs. Outside of the house, my father and I have developed a bond over a pinball machine, and I've got a crew of DDR dancers to call when I need to play.
My life wouldn't be the same without video games. I'm probably only alive because wrestling games allowed my brother and me to simulate the more dangerous moves, instead of trying them on each other. The torso-sized dents in the walls of my parents' old bedroom should attest to that. I want to use this space to showcase some of the best, share some memories, and pass on tips and tricks to others. |
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