Day 274/366

There was a time in life where the color of a cartridge meant something. Any Nintendo kid knows what the gold cartridge is. Nintendo always reserved the colored cartridges for their most prized creations, or at least it seemed that way to me.  Now we have discs that can’t be seen from inside the tray so it really doesn’t matter what color it is, and in a lot of cases we just download the content so there is no physical medium at all. Ones and zeros don’t have color. Sure, we can get colored remotes, but it’s not quite the same.

Life was far simpler when a Saturday could be spent, completely care free, beating Super Mario World for the umpteenth time. I still have my love for video games, but that joy seems to have faded. I’m not sure if games aren’t as good, or maybe I’ve just “grown up.” Maybe it has more to do with the fact that nothing is ever care free as an adult. There is always something weighing in on your thoughts.


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