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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 of all time favorites Donkey Kong Country. It was thirteen years later when I finally managed to beat the entire game. As it always is with young love however we grow up and slowly but surely a rift begins to open.
After so many years together my eyes and my attention began to wane. That is until one day I met the one for sure this time. The Playstation. Another grey square with two controller ports. It had two buttons on the top just like the SNES but the best part was that the games were not on a cartridge but on disc. The memory card ports were extremely important because that meant you could travel with your saved data to play at your friends house. My favorite games on the Playstation was the Digimon World ones. I remember the first game always annoying me with the the death of my digimon or the evolution into the wrong digimon. The Playstation was the best system at least for a while.
The Playstation truly brought me much joy, but then the much more powerful, bigger and beautiful coal black Playstation 2 was released out to the world. The startup menu was sleek and the trademark sound of the system powering up was there. This beast of a machine could even play DVDs. With an adapter it had the capability of allowing four players at a time. It had an even larger game library. I can remember that I didid not have a memory card for it. I left it running for a week straight until I could purchase one.
Unfortunately time does us all in
After many years of good times together my Playstation 2 died. I tried to fix it. I took it apart. I cleaned the lenses with alchohol. I begged it to recacitat but nothing changed. I went two months without as much as a whimper from it. I told one of my friends my tale of woes. He sympathized and told me he had an old PS2 I could have, it didn't work however. I like a master surgeon refused to let my baby die. I tootook both of them apart. I removed the disk drive from the donor and transplanted it into my PS2. It failed. So naturally I removed and replaced the motherboard. Saudered a few other components together. When eveeverything was done. I started my baby up again't. Nothing happened for a few minutes. I became anxious and started to pace back and forth in my living room. I dropped to my knees and begged it to start. No change. I broke down and nestled it close to my chest. I said a few comforting words. I put it back down, I waited a few seconds before reaching for the power cord. Just as I was getting ready to pull the plug a miracle occured. The TV screen let up. The trademark sound of the PS2 menu rang as if they were holy bells. I jolted up and ran around my living room hollering and yelling with excitement. I had brought back my baby from deaths door.
We spent so much frivolous time together after its recovery. Six months had passed since the PS2's second chance at life. We again found ourselves in the same predicament except this time there was nothing I could do. The motherboard burned, the lens broke. It was truly the end of an era.
A week had passed since the true death of my first generation PS2. I kept it in the same spot for that week. I reached down for the power cord one last time said goodbye to it. I picked up the system that had served me so loyally set it aside as I opened up my brand new Playstion 2 slim.
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 of all time favorites Donkey Kong Country. It was thirteen years later when I finally managed to beat the entire game. As it always is with young love however we grow up and slowly but surely a rift begins to open.
After so many years together my eyes and my attention began to wane. That is until one day I met the one for sure this time. The Playstation. Another grey square with two controller ports. It had two buttons on the top just like the SNES but the best part was that the games were not on a cartridge but on disc. The memory card ports were extremely important because that meant you could travel with your saved data to play at your friends house. My favorite games on the Playstation was the Digimon World ones. I remember the first game always annoying me with the the death of my digimon or the evolution into the wrong digimon. The Playstation was the best system at least for a while.
The Playstation truly brought me much joy, but then the much more powerful, bigger and beautiful coal black Playstation 2 was released out to the world. The startup menu was sleek and the trademark sound of the system powering up was there. This beast of a machine could even play DVDs. With an adapter it had the capability of allowing four players at a time. It had an even larger game library. I can remember that I didid not have a memory card for it. I left it running for a week straight until I could purchase one.
Unfortunately time does us all in
After many years of good times together my Playstation 2 died. I tried to fix it. I took it apart. I cleaned the lenses with alchohol. I begged it to recacitat but nothing changed. I went two months without as much as a whimper from it. I told one of my friends my tale of woes. He sympathized and told me he had an old PS2 I could have, it didn't work however. I like a master surgeon refused to let my baby die. I tootook both of them apart. I removed the disk drive from the donor and transplanted it into my PS2. It failed. So naturally I removed and replaced the motherboard. Saudered a few other components together. When eveeverything was done. I started my baby up again't. Nothing happened for a few minutes. I became anxious and started to pace back and forth in my living room. I dropped to my knees and begged it to start. No change. I broke down and nestled it close to my chest. I said a few comforting words. I put it back down, I waited a few seconds before reaching for the power cord. Just as I was getting ready to pull the plug a miracle occured. The TV screen let up. The trademark sound of the PS2 menu rang as if they were holy bells. I jolted up and ran around my living room hollering and yelling with excitement. I had brought back my baby from deaths door.
We spent so much frivolous time together after its recovery. Six months had passed since the PS2's second chance at life. We again found ourselves in the same predicament except this time there was nothing I could do. The motherboard burned, the lens broke. It was truly the end of an era.
A week had passed since the true death of my first generation PS2. I kept it in the same spot for that week. I reached down for the power cord one last time said goodbye to it. I picked up the system that had served me so loyally set it aside as I opened up my brand new Playstion 2 slim.
