Personally, I’m a video game fanatic. Ask me about a game, and I’ve probably already heard about it, read the review and beaten it three times.
My love for video games stems all the way back as far as I can remember. Knowing that; it’s not surprising that my first love was a gaming system. My heroes consisted of polygons and squares, little pixels only viewable when the red power light was on and a cartridge inserted. My heroes were Mario (I always thought Luigi was cooler just because he was my favorite color) and Yoshi…Samus Aran, you know, Metroid Prime…Digger T Roc…Donkey Kong… I fell in love with these characters.
I distinctly remember beating Super Mario Bros. before I was five. I remember when living in Guam, my dad constantly yelled at me to stop playing the stupid Nintendo and go to bed. It felt good to beat a level boss. I felt a sense of accomplishment. I felt that beating a game was a very high point in my life. I thought that few people might never feel the sense of accomplishment that I got to experience daily (Little did I know that millions of others did the same thing).
Gaming was and is a part of my life. I still win. With the advent of the internet, I play against people from all over the world. Had it not been for my introduction to video games as a kid, I might not have the friends that I have today. I’ve met a lot of people through Halo multiplayer.
My first love has influenced my past and present (probably my future too, but hopefully not to a great extent, someday I want to get a job and be able to afford things other than just the next-gen console). Video games were my first love but most definitely not my last.