At this moment, my 31 year old self is getting ready to sit down to a riveting game of Legend of Zelda. The original 1986 version that I first played at the age of 6. In risk of sounding “hipsterish” I must confess that I am looking more forward towards this gaming experience than any I have had in a half dozen years. This will be the first time in 15 years that I have touched this very game.
Of course the graphics of an 8 bit system are a bit dated and there is no surround sound option for the midi file that repeats every 27 or so seconds, but those things don’t matter to my brain. All the meat in my head is simply salivating at the idea of re-connecting with an innocent spark of the past.
And then the music starts and the adventure begins again for me. Suddenly I am warped back to my childhood and the memory of every hidden item comes swooping back in as if I had just played the day before. An hour or two pass before I am forced to return to the now, to realize time has crept up and made these moments fleeting at best.
I turn off the power and leave with a little smile on my face. The quest will still be there for me whenever I need it to be. The hard part is reminding your adult brain that it’s ok to sit down with the child you used to be every once in a while. Now that I think about it, it isn’t just important; it’s vital.
The rest of the day I am left with a reminder of what it was like to be a child again, and for just a little while, that is enough.