When I was a small boy, my family
and another family traveled to Cape Cod three or four summers in a row. What I
remember from those days is hanging out under a bridge at the beach, washing
sand off my feet in an outdoor shower, playing flashlight tag at night,
building with Legos and playing Super Mario Land 2: Six Golden Coins on my Game
Boy. In fact, the first thing I think of is usually Super Mario Land 2. When I
wasn’t playing Mario at my Cape house, I remember playing in the sand at the
beach with tiny objects, reeds and rocks and other beach things, and thinking
about the game while I did so. Video games are intertwined with my past and my
memories are often framed in the lense of whatever video game I was playing at
a certain time.
My
grandfather’s house in Maine reminds of playing Castlevania: Bloodlines at one
stage of my life, Astro Boy: Omega Factor at another, and The Legend of Zelda:
The Minish Cap late into the night another time. I remember playing Super Mario
Bros. 3 with my childhood best friend in his basement and dreaming up my own
Mario-themed worlds for the game after playing it. There is nothing more powerful
than my imagination and video game have often sparked it in tremendous ways.
Thinking about innocent days when I hung around with my brother playing Sonic
the Hedgehog and Streets of Rage 2. And two separate occasions when was feeling
ill I had played my two favorite Zelda games: Link’s Awakening and Majora’s
Mask. Even sickness reminds me of fond memories of gaming, finally solving that
one puzzle in the Bottle Grotto dungeon in Link’s Awakening, and battling
through the Woodfall area in Majora’s Mask. More modern memories are also framed
by video games. Freshman year of college reminds me of playing Half-Life 2, travelling
through the dark tunnels of City 17 and fighting
off headcrab zombies late at night while my roommate slept.
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