You never forget when you get your first console. The first time you finally get your very own system to play on, instead of endlessly borrowing and hogging your cousin's/uncle's/mom's/neighbor's/friend's/homeless man's machine. It's a day to remember and revere- and not just because it was probably also Christmas or your birthday. The day you get your first console is the day to write down in stone for all eternity.
Mine? December 25, 1999. I was four. For months, I had been enjoying the hell out of my uncle's awesome Nintendo 64, playing future legends like Super Mario 64, Mario Kart 64, and The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. I even brought it back home with me on a few occasions, which probably annoyed him to no end.
But, he no longer had to be annoyed. For on Christmas day, when I came down and beheld the tree, I saw something odd. There were a lot of large bags and wrapped boxes, as usual, but there were also a few small, flat objects, addressed to me. The shape looked familiar to me, but I couldn't quite pin it down. Stranger still, my parents told me that I couldn't open them until I opened a certain other gift. And I had to open that gift last.
So, the morning went on. My sister and cousins opened their gifts, and so did the many adults in the family. I opened mine, and I got some pretty cool stuff- some toys, a few movies and books. But that last gift and its little buddies lingered in my mind. So, when it was finally time for me to open them, my interest was piqued. I tore apart the wrapping paper to find...
Well. As a certain celebrity once said: NINTENDO 64!!! And the other little guys were, of course, the games. Zelda! Donkey Kong! Star Fox! Banjo-Kazooie! Mario Party, and Mario Kart 64, too! Oh, I just about jumped for joy. And we got some good pictures, too.
So. There's my story. And I hope that many similar stories will be made tomorrow, as many a little child receives a cool new gaming system from Santa. May their days with that system be merry and bright.