It was old and musty inside the withered cardboard box. It still carried the smell of my parents basement - a mix of mothballs and mildew. Inside it where the remnants of my childhood; old photos, some withering t-shirts with sweat-stained armpits and a few worn toys. As my mother was moving into an assisted living facility, the nearly forgotten artifacts of my kid-dome had to find a new home. My 11 year old son came into the basement and asked me what was in the box. After looking through some old photos, and making fun of my hair and clothing (I had to explain to him that those were headphones, not my hair) he saw one toy and made him curious: "What the heck is this?" (holding up brown plastic device) "Oh that? That's a game device." "You mean like my Didj?" "Well, not that cool. This could only play one thing game, football. You where the bold red line, you'd press the arrows to move side to side and forward and avoid getting stopped by those other red lines, and ... Continue reading →
