It took me two years to figure out how to play Super Mario 64 properly when I was kid because I didn't know you could start levels by jumping into the painting. To be fair, the game used to belong to my aunt before she let us borrow it and my older brother was a jerk by letting me play after he get a star from a level. I never knew how he got into those levels in the first place so I just ran inside the room until I got bored and gave him back the controller to play. Maybe I bugged him to share the game a lot so he did that to me lol. I think i figured it out when my aunt let us borrow the game and I found the instruction manual. The good news is its one of the first games I've ever played and the first one I ever finished. I also looked forward to reading instruction manuals from that day on... except now they are all digital lol.
What are your guys' childhood stories?
