This one of the profiled stories on Washingtonpost.com’s front page today and…awwwww, how sad. I too remember being locked into some vague video game buying matrix when I lived under the tyrannical fascistic regime of my penny-pinching mother. I can’t even remember how much regular old school first gen Nintendo games cost anymore, somewhere in the neighborhood of $40 or $50, but I do remember that golden Zelda cartridge calling out to me in every toy store. Mom would not buy it for me, so I had to patiently live through the crack-haze of my neighbor’s Zelda fixation, without actually owning the game myself until the price dropped. It’s alright. I’m not all that bitter. I did eventually get the game and was allowed to then shoot Ganon up the nose with silver arrows like every other self-respecting suburban child.

AND NOW I BUY MY OWN VIDEO GAMES, thank you very much. No parental interference whatsoever. Thank god for being…very old.

Still, my hat’s off to you, small child in Washington Post article, for wheedling mom into that $8 loan for video games.