With all the hype around the release of the PS3 and Wii, I have started to think about my own experiences with consoles.
To tell you the truth, it’s been pretty limited compared to some people. I vaguely remember having a second-hand Sega Megadrive when I was younger and having a lot of fun playing Sonic the Hedgehog on it, as well as the infamous Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker.
A little later I got my hands on a Playstation. So many hours were lost to the awesome games on that machine. I played Tekken until my fingers were blistered. Resident Evil was finished from behind a pillow to duck away from the nasty monsters. Games like Spyro and Crash Bandicoot have a place in my heart forever. I recall having no memory card and having to leave the console on for days at a time until I fully completed games. My first demo disc was from the Official Playstation Magazine, and I remember being enthralled at being able to try out games before I bought them. All in all, the Playstation was awesome. Those original controllers made excellent lassos if your PS happened to break, as well.
Eventually I realized that the really cool games were to be found on a new-fangled console called the Playstation 2. I hankered after one for a year or two, and eventually got the shiny black wonder-gadget. Oh, how I loved it. The fancy DualShock controller, memory cards (!!!) and sleek cd-tray, all of it beautiful. The games really were next-gen for me, Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas sucked up nearly 6 months of my life.
Unfortunately, in what I would call one of the greatest losses of my life, I had to sell my PS2 when I moved recently. Now I’m torn between buying another PS2, or waiting for that illustrious PS3. To buy now or buy later, hmm…
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