The point of this thread is for people to share short stories. They could be real, fake, or anything. Humor is great.. but drama also has a point in this too. For example:
When I was four, my dad had gotten me into videogames and really made a point to express how important they were to him. I couldn't go anywhere or do anything without him talking about the latest title that he had picked up. Of course, in his profession as an engineer at Cinnabar (the people that made a lot of the Universal props in Orlando) he always had to be right on top of everything that was fresh. I loved it.
It was also kind of nice because my dad was the one that would hand me a controller and tell me what to do, he wanted to sit down and do something with me even though I could never go outside all that often and always ended up sick from trying.
One day he started up Super Mario Brothers, and he told me that I could be anyone I wanted to. I liked Luigi, so I decided to go with him. We went through every level, and my dad would throw me spare lives when I kept dying. I was four, it was hard to get used to that kind of thing. When we got to the last level where the point was to fight Bowser, he had one life left from giving all of his to me, and I had just died for the final time. I remember being terrified when he finally got to Bowser, and I started shaking and ran to hide under the dining-room table, watching from my safe spot while dad fought off the horrible beast.
When it was all over, I remember just sitting there crying for a while, and hearing rustling from the kitchen before dad crawled under the table with me and handed me some marshmallows. I always wanted to be as cool as he was, and that's why I started playing Video Games.
When I was four, my dad had gotten me into videogames and really made a point to express how important they were to him. I couldn't go anywhere or do anything without him talking about the latest title that he had picked up. Of course, in his profession as an engineer at Cinnabar (the people that made a lot of the Universal props in Orlando) he always had to be right on top of everything that was fresh. I loved it.
It was also kind of nice because my dad was the one that would hand me a controller and tell me what to do, he wanted to sit down and do something with me even though I could never go outside all that often and always ended up sick from trying.
One day he started up Super Mario Brothers, and he told me that I could be anyone I wanted to. I liked Luigi, so I decided to go with him. We went through every level, and my dad would throw me spare lives when I kept dying. I was four, it was hard to get used to that kind of thing. When we got to the last level where the point was to fight Bowser, he had one life left from giving all of his to me, and I had just died for the final time. I remember being terrified when he finally got to Bowser, and I started shaking and ran to hide under the dining-room table, watching from my safe spot while dad fought off the horrible beast.
When it was all over, I remember just sitting there crying for a while, and hearing rustling from the kitchen before dad crawled under the table with me and handed me some marshmallows. I always wanted to be as cool as he was, and that's why I started playing Video Games.
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