I wish I could say that my most memorable Christmas was the one where I did something nice for someone, or that I was filled with holly jolly good will towards my fellow men, or that I finally gave someone the perfect gift, but those would all be wretched lies and falsehoods, and ’tis the season for things other than vile mendacity.
I was 12 or 13 years old and I had gotten a Nintendo Entertainment System a few months earlier, but at the time the cartridges were still $50. I had scraped together enough of my allowance to buy one game, Wizards and Warriors. If you want to know how awesome the NES Wizards and Warriors game was, have no fear. Watch this:
At the time I was absolutely maddened by video games. That song that is playing in the intro to the game? I actually took out my boombox and recorded it for the video game mixtape I made. In later years that tape would also be blessed with the intro to Final Fantasy II, but now I’m getting off track.
I beat that game quickly and needed more. More!
On this Christmas morning I ran into the living room and my eyes started pecking everything apart. I hadn’t really asked for anything, as such. Instead, I liked to casually introduce the things I wanted into discussions in the months leading up to The Morning.
“Josh, what do you want for lunch?”
“A sandwich and The Adventure of Link, that’s Zelda Part 2. And a pickle, please.”
“Josh, how was basketball practice?”
“Not bad, but one of the other kids said we were poor because I didn’t own RC Pro Am. Are we poor?”
Yes, RC Pro Am was that cool.
On that morning I unwrapped both of those game cartridges. Happiness as a child is so different to me than the happiness of adulthood. Seeing those two games just about blew my head apart. Putting them in the console just about sent me into flopping, high RPM seizures.
These days pleasure is rarely so delirious. Good, but a different, less feverish good. Same but different. Well, actually, it’s more like different but different.
How about you? Any memorable presents? And what do you want this year? Feel free to wax grandiose about world peace, but now that you’ve seen those two video game videos, I’m sure your minds are elsewhere. As my mom was fond of saying, “You’re looking like a stingy pig. What do you want?”
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