The Nintendo Entertainment System is 30 years old. My, my, my, am I getting old. In honor of the console’s 30th anniversary, I thought I would talk about my memories with the NES.
On a recent episode of the Kinda Funny Gamescast, a question for the cast was if they ever walked away from video games, if any of them had ever stopped playing video games for an extended period of time. I thought I’d give my answer to this question because there was a time when I almost left video games entirely.
The PS3’s moment in the sun is finally coming to an end, as it’ll no longer be the newest console on the market. While there are still games coming to the PS3, no more is it the focus of video game sites or even its parent company Sony. Therefore, it’s time to share some of my memories of the console. This is interesting because I’ve had three PS3 over the course of its lifetime, none for very long.
The PlayStation 2 turned 13 this past Saturday and I thought I would share my first memory of the console. My first memory of the console was actually from my older cousin. At the time, I was living with my grandparents and my cousin was living there too as he had got a job near where our grandparents were and was staying there until he got his own place. While he was gone during the day at work, I would sneak into his room and play his consoles.
The recent announcements about Epic Mickey 2 and Epic Mickey: Power of Illusion has gotten me reminiscing about when Disney had good games being released. Oddly enough, this reminded me of something else from my childhood that I rarely think of. When I was little, for some reason, I was always being babysat. I wasn’t a latch key child per se but since both my mothers worked, after school, I was picked up by a babysitter and I stayed at their house until one of my mother’s came to take me home. There were various caretakers throughout my childhood but one of them I remember because she had like twenty some games that I had never heard of.
Two days ago, I listened to the latest edition of Retronauts and the topic was a discussion of B-list or second rate JRPGs. If you haven’t heard it, check it out. It’s a great if long (2 hours) listen and it’s extremely informative and entertaining. This had me thinking back about when I finally was introduced to RPGs by my friend, Don.
Today, as I write this on September 29, 2011, is the 15th anniversary of the Nintendo 64 console being released in the United States.
I have many memories during my childhood involving video games. These aren’t specific situations but rather reoccurring instances of things I used to do. Video games aren’t cheap. Kids across the country must figure out ways to get their hands on the games of their choice regardless of price or family restrictions. If I may be so bold, I’d like to share my idiosyncrasies with you. A child of the nineties, I grew up in Whittier, CA in various homes across the city.
Has there every been a time when video games have come in to save the day? Something tragic or traumatic happened to you and video games helped you get through it? When I was around ten years old, my mother and I lived for the second time in a collection of army bunkers turned into duplexes in Los Angeles. One day, after school and work, we came home and found our place completely torn apart. Someone had broken in through the bathroom window (which is one of those small ass horizontal ones) and rummaged through everything. They stole a lot of my mother’s jewelry and the living room TV. They probably stole more but that’s all I recall. My mother called the police and they went through the house, asking questions, investigating and searching for clues, I suppose. I was surprised that this had actually happened and I was constantly checking my room over and over again, looking for something missing. They didn’t take my TV or any of my clothes. My book shelf seemed untouched but I was still uneasy. Most people feel this way after having their house broken into. You feel vulnerable, violated. The home is supposed to be sacred. Nothing you don’t want gets in and nothing you want to be kept secret goes out. I asked the cops to check my room to see something and check the placement of my stuff, claiming that they had been moved. I was basically paranoid.
I’m racing up the final stretch in Peach Beach. I’ve passed the Cataquacks and I’ve collected my final item box. The final lap is about to end. I release my item, a banana peel, behind me. The finish line is a mere second away. Victory is imminent. Suddenly, my kart flips over! I’ve been hit by a green shell! I’ve stopped right before the finish line. I just need to inch my way across it. Then my opponent crosses the finish line just before I do. I look to my treacherous friend, Rick. “MuthaFUCKA, man!” He laughs at my misfortune. My other friend, David, joins him in his revelry. I’m already smiling. I soon star laughing as well. Only in Mario Kart can a friend be a complete ass and steal a victory from you and you’ll be smiling before they do.