Clearly, some things need to stay in storage! Last week, my parents handed over something that was very special to me when I was a kid. This thing dates back to early 1980s. I was thrilled to have it back. My dad asked me to take it home and change the battery and have another go at it.
I couldn’t wait… I carefully placed it in my jacket pocket and protected it like my wallet. This thing has been with me through the good and the bad. On the way home, all I could think about was whether or not I could fire it up once again and listen to its sweet sound.
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| If you look closely, you can see my fingerprints from years of pushing on the buttons! |
Next morning, I put new batteries in my hand-held video game and it came alive. It was ready to go like it had never stopped. Excitedly, I called our daughter over to show her my childhood toy. She couldn’t wait to see what it could do. I turned it on and pop appeared the soldier on the screen. 7000 points later, which was accompanied by many compliments from my daughter, I lost and my last soldier succumbed to the attacks of the enemy.
I couldn’t wait to pass the video game to my daughter to play. I was sure she was going to love every minute of it.
Well, 3 minutes later and against my words of wisdom (trying really hard to convince her not to give up), she passed it over to me and asked for her Nintendo DS. I guess my generation’s video games just don’t do it anymore. L
With much sadness, I thank you for reading,
Armin
PS. My “Soldier Fighter” is sitting in the cupboard with Isabella’s Nintendo DS.
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