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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Game Boy!


You know one thing that always has connected me with my younger days, is video gaming. I don’t know, why, or what about it, but I’ve been hooked to games since I was a kid. Having said this, the fact that the last time I played a game was when I was fourteen, is a little hard to explain. What happened was this.

As a kid, in fact, almost all through my life,  I’ve been poor. It has turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as I realised, just after college, when I knew my way around the subsistence level existence, and others from college struggled, but slowly and surely, we all ceased to be poor, unless my design, and those type of people are not the type who’d like video games anyway, so we may as well leave them out.

Yeah, so as I was saying, I’ve been hooked to video games, since when I was a kid, despite playing my last video game about 16 years ago...

And even then, I didn’t play all that much. Not that I didn’t want, to, but poverty and playing video games don’t go together, or at least my mother didn’t think so, which is all that matters really. I would be given Two rupees each day. Not much really, but enough for one game, each day, and if you made it count, that was enough.