VACRMH
06-19-2007, 05:19 PM
(Well, guess i'll give it a shot....)
When I was young, Christmas was always a treasure hunt. The moment I laid eyes upon the mountain of gifts that Santa had left me, I immediately start scanning the area for those special sized boxes. The one that held NES games. My parents knew of my hunts and would try and curve my thoughts to the bigger presents that Santa didn’t bother to wrap. But not this year, I quickly sat down and tore open the first game shaped box I could find…
“Is it?” I thought. “Can it really be?” There it was; Michelangelo was staring back at me, looking so… radical. I wiped the crust from my eyes and took another look, it was! Finally I owned Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: The Arcade Game! No more wasting quarters, no more being crammed elbow to elbow with some stupid kid who always stole the pizzas - It was mine!
Now was the time to play! I never had enough quarters when I was at the arcade, but now I could play all I want. Now I could tackle this game morning, noon, and night. Shredder was mine!
I got up and ran back to my room. Quickly shredding the plastic off the game and almost literally ripping the box open I jammed the cart in the trusty NES, turned the TV to channel 3 and I was off! Sitting Indian style on the floor I started my journey to finally conquer the game. Foot Soldiers were no match for me! Take that Rocksteady! But… what’s that damn knocking noise behind me?
Just then my bedroom door opens, and my father enters. “Ryan, get back out here. Everyone is waiting”. Huh? Who? Everyone? Just me and some turtles here. Snapping back to reality I finally realize what I had done. Right in the middle of Christmas morning I left everyone sitting in the living room while I went off to play. With a whine of protest, I turn the NES off and start to walk back to the living room.
You got away this time Shredder, but I’ll be back!
When I was young, Christmas was always a treasure hunt. The moment I laid eyes upon the mountain of gifts that Santa had left me, I immediately start scanning the area for those special sized boxes. The one that held NES games. My parents knew of my hunts and would try and curve my thoughts to the bigger presents that Santa didn’t bother to wrap. But not this year, I quickly sat down and tore open the first game shaped box I could find…
“Is it?” I thought. “Can it really be?” There it was; Michelangelo was staring back at me, looking so… radical. I wiped the crust from my eyes and took another look, it was! Finally I owned Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: The Arcade Game! No more wasting quarters, no more being crammed elbow to elbow with some stupid kid who always stole the pizzas - It was mine!
Now was the time to play! I never had enough quarters when I was at the arcade, but now I could play all I want. Now I could tackle this game morning, noon, and night. Shredder was mine!
I got up and ran back to my room. Quickly shredding the plastic off the game and almost literally ripping the box open I jammed the cart in the trusty NES, turned the TV to channel 3 and I was off! Sitting Indian style on the floor I started my journey to finally conquer the game. Foot Soldiers were no match for me! Take that Rocksteady! But… what’s that damn knocking noise behind me?
Just then my bedroom door opens, and my father enters. “Ryan, get back out here. Everyone is waiting”. Huh? Who? Everyone? Just me and some turtles here. Snapping back to reality I finally realize what I had done. Right in the middle of Christmas morning I left everyone sitting in the living room while I went off to play. With a whine of protest, I turn the NES off and start to walk back to the living room.
You got away this time Shredder, but I’ll be back!