GoOnKid on 28 October 2017
| d21lewis said: In a way, it's pretty sad. I grew up loving video games in the 80s, not owning my own console until I got an NES in 1988. From that point on, my home was always full of neighborhood kids who wouldn't hang out with me or even speak any other time but I was good at games and my parents were nice so my place was just the video game hangout. I guess I was being used, but I was happy. At the time, there was no game me, my cousin,and my step brother couldn't beat. I was in love with video game tech (though, to this day I haven't felt the urge to become a PC gamer) and little things like watching a cutscene from Ninja Gaiden to staring at the ending of Super Mario Bros. 2 just captured my imagination. As time went on, most everyone I knew either moved away, quit gaming, or quit coming around. That's just the way life is. It wasn't long before it was just my cousin Jermaine and I, sharing a love and excitement for video games. He struggled a lot, though. It's like one thing would happen to him after another. First losing his father (accident), then his wife and home, his mother to Parkinson's disease, and eventually his job (failed drug test). He'd always come around and we'd be kids again, though. I loved showing him the latest gadget I bought or newest game. We were closer than brothers. He was going to be the best man in my wedding last April. He passed away in March of last year. So, aside from my 16 year old daughter (with whom I'm having a blast with, playing Cuphead), it's just me. A 40 year old kid collecting video games to impress his cousin who isn't coming back. Oh, and don't get me wrong. I'm well adjusted, have friends, people who admire me, and I live a very productive and fulfilling life. It's just that, sometimes I look at my collection--stuff that makes me really happy--and I feel really sad. |
This... made me cry.
