A Beginning

I’m getting ready to bring my original Zelda adventure to a close.   

One of the coolest aspects was firing up the cart 20 years later and finding an old save of my dad’s on there.

Memories (He played the most on a borrowed cart)

My dad was the one who got me into gaming.  Growing up we were an Intellivision family.  I was still too young to really know what was going on, so I would sit on the orange shag carpet in our basement (not a lie) and watch my dad play.

My favorite game to watch him play was called Demon Attack.   It’s basically a Phoenix clone with this ridiculous “mothership.”

Mothership!

It was awesome.  I was hooked.

I remember when my dad and I went to a local Toys r Us one day and picked up a Nintendo Entertainment System.  It was awesome.  My mind was blown.  By then, I was old enough to play along.  My dad and I would play and our favorite game was Ice Hockey.

One day he brought home this game he got from a coworker called, The Legend of Zelda.  He had maps with it to help him get through.  I think he beat it.  I was never good at Zelda.   Sadly, that is the last game I ever remember him playing.  He just ran out of time and interest.

Meanwhile, my love for video games would continue to grow into what it is today.  Though we don’t play together anymore, it’s cool to know that one of those saves is still on the cart all these years later and relive just a few of those gaming memories.