Let me set the stage for you. It was spring or early summer 1987. I’m 9 years old and hanging out at my grandparent’s house on some lazy day. My uncle Ernest is there visiting too, and somehow the conversation turned to him talking about this new thing called Nintendo that he had gotten for my cousin Tim. I’m sitting and listening in puzzlement and amazement at the same time.
I’ve not heard of this Nintendo thing. Somehow, someway, all the marketing and hype for it had completely eluded me. Heard about it at school? Nope. Talked excitedly about with my friends? No, missed out on that one too. In what was surely a massive marketing blitz and rampant fever for Nintendo, I had somehow been completely oblivious to its existence.
So continuing to listen to Ernest as he spun intriguing tales of this game called Super Mario Brothers, I am becoming increasingly jealous of Tim and this “wonder box” that he now owns. Then it happens. Ernest looked at me and said that I should come over and play it with Tim. He promised I would love it. The man had no idea what he had just unleashed upon me.(more…)