This is the first post of a series of reflection blogs I'm writing that describe my journey and experience with video games. As a first time blogger, please comment and critique what you like and dislike, or feel free to start a conversation! I love to talk!
I remember my first game console. I received it when I was 4 years old (or so I think, I don't actually remember receiving it). Playstation 1, the first generation. This magical device that could play game discs, use these weird controllers, and even play music CD's. I remember playing some of my favorite games on there: Spyro the Dragon, Crash Bash, Hot Wheels: Turbo Racing, and Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3. I was too young, honestly, to fully understand what I was doing. I never played too much of Crash Bash until I got a little older when I understood how all the mini games worked (and I actually had friends that wanted to play it). Being young and trying to play these games, it took my quite a while to progress through them, and I don't think I ever really passed the Foundry level of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3. I found some crazy side levels in Tony Hawk's PS3 that I would play most of the time, however, (it wouldn't help the story along, but it was fun). One level (I'll never remember the name of it), had you board down this huge ramp to get momentum, then, with the timing on the ramp going back up, you would fly across the air above gallons of spikes, trying to reach the small platform at the end. I would play this level for hours trying to get the right height and distance while also performing a bunch of tricks ("one foot Japan" was my favorite for some reason).
Reflecting back on these moments I start to realize why I liked these early games: they allowed you to be goofy. Games like Crash and Spyro were already pretty goofy, but I went to another level with Spyro and tried to just run through the levels and not die. I didn't stop and kill enemies, I just wanted to complete the game. Games like Tony Hawk's PS3 and Hot Wheels weren't really meant to be goofy, but like the levels in Tony Hawk, and being really good at finding ways to blow up my car in Hot Wheels, I found a way. At that age, these games would feel like forever and I just wanted them to be done. I was such a rage quitter as a kid that I was way more concerned about dying than actually enjoying all the features of the game. It's unfortunate that I never really got to finish these games, but maybe some day I'll dust off my old PS1 and try to buy all the games I sold (more on that in future posts). Nonetheless, I still very much enjoyed these games and it makes me really excited to be able to play updated Crash and Spyro games on the newer consoles. Nostalgia is a powerful thing.
What childhood games do you remember playing? Let me know in the comments!