My mom is a bowling fanatic. She bowls two to three times a week. Naturally, I spent a great majority of my time in the bowling alley nursery as a I grew up. I remember the room to be a brown and orange color. There were scrawny pathetic looking cats painted onto the wood paneling. "Alley cats' they were refered too. I hated that goddamn nursery so much. I remember crying and trying to escape virtually every week that I was there. Luckily, there was an older girl named Katrina who I had claimed as my girlfriend that let me lay my head in her lap during movie time. That was always nice, but when she wasn't there I was a terror to deal with in the alley.
Thankfully, after enduring the tortourous three hours of pseudo-baby sitting my mom would arrive to rescue me. She would give me 50 cents to play some arcade games with. It was in those arcades that my thirst for gaming was born. The gaming passion was further ratified by the arrival of our 8-bit nintendo, but it was those first bleeps, blips, bloops, and kabooms that got me hooked.
I remember one day in third grade I wasn't feeling well. It was a tuesday and I was bummed because tuesday was taco day at school. My mom took me bowling instead, and I sat at bench wtaching her bowl. I wandered into the arcade at some point and a huge crowd was gathered around a new game. It was the first of its kind, Street Fighter II. I heard hadokens, sonic booms, and all sorts of other yells coming from the box. I watched mesmerized by the beautiful Chun-Li who proceeded to wreck havoc on a monster looking fighter named Blanca. My lip was hooked and I was towed by the boat that is video game love.
I watched as ten players attempted to defeat the final boss, M. Bison. No one succeded. Round after round he trounced the opposition. Then, a man entered the arena quietly. He put his quarter on the board, representing his desire to get a round in. Three bouts later, the man was playing the game. He chose the weakest looking character, Dhalsim the yoga master. He proceeded to trounce M.Bison. The crowd oo-d and awe-d in amazement. This man was a god to me.
15 years later, I hold this memory dear.
Thankfully, after enduring the tortourous three hours of pseudo-baby sitting my mom would arrive to rescue me. She would give me 50 cents to play some arcade games with. It was in those arcades that my thirst for gaming was born. The gaming passion was further ratified by the arrival of our 8-bit nintendo, but it was those first bleeps, blips, bloops, and kabooms that got me hooked.
I remember one day in third grade I wasn't feeling well. It was a tuesday and I was bummed because tuesday was taco day at school. My mom took me bowling instead, and I sat at bench wtaching her bowl. I wandered into the arcade at some point and a huge crowd was gathered around a new game. It was the first of its kind, Street Fighter II. I heard hadokens, sonic booms, and all sorts of other yells coming from the box. I watched mesmerized by the beautiful Chun-Li who proceeded to wreck havoc on a monster looking fighter named Blanca. My lip was hooked and I was towed by the boat that is video game love.
I watched as ten players attempted to defeat the final boss, M. Bison. No one succeded. Round after round he trounced the opposition. Then, a man entered the arena quietly. He put his quarter on the board, representing his desire to get a round in. Three bouts later, the man was playing the game. He chose the weakest looking character, Dhalsim the yoga master. He proceeded to trounce M.Bison. The crowd oo-d and awe-d in amazement. This man was a god to me.
15 years later, I hold this memory dear.
