I Was a Serial Link Killer

As a child of the 80's, my interest in video games began with the first NES on the block. It wasn't even in my house; my family boasted a laserdisc player, but we hadn't made the jump to home computing or gaming yet.

(And my mom was in the computer sales business! When Stickybear and The Black Cauldron were a thing! I don't understand it either.)



No, the first Nintendo on the block belonged to my frenemy John. (I thought he was just my friend John, but then he kicked my legs out from under me while we were racing this one time. And climbed a fence to mock me. So I learned the secrets of vengeance, tripped him back, and saw his mom naked. Good times.)

But, yes, the NES! Nintendo! We all went over to John's place to play it, and by "we all," I mean the other girl on the block and my first little brother when he could keep up with us. We spent many a raucous afternoon flattening gumbas, divesting koopa troopas of their shells, and gleefully slaughtering scores of ducks. (Seriously, y'all, how did the Duck Hunt gun even work?) (I'm kidding, I Googled that ages ago. But educate yourselves, if you need to.)

Drunk on the delicious pixelated goodness of Super Mario Bros.... [Click to read the rest of this entry at my website!]