The year was around 1988-89. I had gotten a NES when I was about 5 or so, shared present with my older brother. We had always played games, and I sorta remember those. But it wasn't until a family vacation, a couple years later, one where we stopped off at my aunt's house. I remember vividly. Walking through the dimly lit archway, going from humid sticky Pennsylvania air to cool(ish) AC, punctuated with old furniture smell, despite my aunt not being that old at the time. Eyes adjusting, I see my puke of a cousin in law playing Sega Genesis. More specifically, Sonic 1.
Mario? Mari-who? Mari-no?
I was blown away at everything the Sega did. The sound, the graphics. There was a freaking volume slider on the outside of the system!! We played Sonic 1 for what seemed like ages. We'd pass the controller each time someone died, and being kids and totally new to the system, my brother and I got a lot of turns. Even when it was my turn, the short stint of running forward into some spikes, or a robotic bug to immediately die was still an incredible experience. Then here came Pit Fighter out of nowhere.
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Needless to say, I was hooked from then on. My new joy in life was playing these amazing games that allowed me to do things I knew I'd never do in life. They almost became an obsession at a young age, just as they are now for me. TurboGrafx-16, SNES, all GB iterations, NGPC, and so on and so on...