Over the years since then, games have come and gone in my
life, and I have a cute blonde-haired boy with big eyes in real life (the
similarity between my
paramour and that old Sega game hero is rather disturbing now that I think
about it). Platformers and roleplay games, beat-em-ups and puzzlers and
dancing games, and many many more. I'm currently hooked on Spyro the Dragon,
and I can thoroughly enjoy charging around a gaily coloured cartoonish
game world without losing sleep - or my heart.
But there'll always be a little part of my heart that belongs to the first
computer game I was ever truly hooked on. When moving out of my parents'
recently, I found that first console and its stack of games up in the
loft, gathering dust. I carried them all downstairs, and contemplated
plugging that old console in. That closure I never got when I was younger
was suddenly within my grasp.
In case you're interested, I never did plug it in. I passed it on my brother,
who sold it on e-Bay. I was glad when he told me. Crushes on cartoon characters
are all well and good when you're young enough for them. But there's a
big wide world out there, and don't want to miss out on any of it lusting
after a dream - a WonderBoy - who never really existed in the first place.
© Joanna Pinto 2003