Dying Love
I can't recall much about my childhood. Oh sure I can remember a few things here and there. Riding my bike and jumping onto a big pile of gravel. My cousins and me finding our first porno magazine and finding fascinating, until we got bored and lit it on fire. I can remember my dad letting me drive the family pickup for hours when I was only seven, especially since that was the year I almost ran him over on accident. Things of that nature come to mind abouabout my childhood. The one thing that really has always stuck with me was my first love.
Now I know what your thinking who can that person be? Well I'll be honest it was not a person. It was my first video game system. The Super Nintendo. A durable machine that delivered my young mind so much joy. It was a grey square with two sliding buttons. One was the power, the other ejected the game cartridge. It had to controller ports. The controllers were sleek and simple. They fit comfortably into any hands. Spiderman and Venom if I recall correctly was the name of the first game my Super Nintendo ever played for me. The second was and is one...
Now I know what your thinking who can that person be? Well I'll be honest it was not a person. It was my first video game system. The Super Nintendo. A durable machine that delivered my young mind so much joy. It was a grey square with two sliding buttons. One was the power, the other ejected the game cartridge. It had to controller ports. The controllers were sleek and simple. They fit comfortably into any hands. Spiderman and Venom if I recall correctly was the name of the first game my Super Nintendo ever played for me. The second was and is one...