Returning to my younger years
I like many college students, revolve my life around the weekend.
By the time Friday afternoon hits, I’m ready to relax from my chaos-driven weekly schedule.
Usually I go to a party or watch a movie with some friends, but this weekend I had an unexpected good time in the comfort of my own living room.
My roommate bought a Nintendo on eBay, not an X-box or a Play station, just a plain, old-fashioned Nintendo.
I haven’t had such a blast playing video games since I was in grade school, with the exception of Guitar Hero 2, which, by the way, literally rocks my world.
A couple friends, Mario, Luigi and I had ourselves quite a blast all night on Saturday.
It’s that kind of simple fun that I miss.
I can remember when I was a little girl living at home watching my brother play until I was old enough to do it myself and then sitting in front of our TV for hours.
My mom was constantly telling me not to sit so close to the TV because if I was any closer, I probably could have touched my nose to the screen.
Game systems teenagers play today are crazy when compared to what I use to play as a child.
The controllers on my brother’s Nintendo had about six buttons on it, plus the arrows to make your character walk different directions.
The ones they have in stores now have at least ten buttons plus joysticks and about five other features.
The games are completely different as well. Super Mario Brothers was a little man who runs around trying to kill little brown monsters, flying ducks, jumping fish, ninja gophers, ghosts and other weird looking creatures.
Games these days involve huge scary zombies coming back from the dead and eating people alive or just about any sport that you can think of.
They’re too difficult for me to play and half the time they actually scare me because they’re so graphic.
I’m not really into blowing people apart or watching a zombie try to eat me. Some people think it’s cool, I think it’s just plain messed up and whoever invented those games must have been seriously lacking emotional support growing up.
Playing those games really brought back a lot of memories; mostly of my brother beating me up when I’d keep losing, but that’s part of growing up I guess.
There are little things that I don’t remember being so funny when I was younger though. Some of the sounds that the game plays when you do a certain move are so much more funny when I play it now.
I think that although the newer games are cool and have better graphics, there is no way that anyone could not enjoy playing a simple game of Super Mario Brothers.
I think those little Koopa-killing plumbers are the bomb.com.