It’s been 48 hours, but the tip of my right thumb is still numb. Apparently, I am out of practice in the button-mashing department.
I’ve experienced a few minor digit injuries in recent years, but those have resulted from my dependency on my cell phone. But this is different. This quirky thumb pain is collateral damage from playing Mario Kart 8 with my husband.
I bought the game for Chuck for his birthday, but I think a part of me bought it for myself in hopes that he’d let me play with him. I bought two steering wheel controllers just be sure he got the hint.
I grew up a Nintendo kid. One of my favorite photos is of 9-year-old me at Christmas clutching a copy of Super Mario All Stars for the Super Nintendo Entertainment System (SNES), circa 1993. In the photo, my smile is unpleasantly large and my eyes look like they might spring from their sockets. I look a bit deranged to tell you the truth, but in that moment, my body was radiating pure joy. I was holding four games in one, after all.
The original Mario Kart game holds a special place in my heart. It was a game I could play with my dad. Since my dad worked nights, I didn’t get to see him as much as I wanted, but no matter how tired he was, he always made time for Mario Kart. Some of my favorite memories of me and my Dad are simply us in front of our TV playing video games. Even if a game didn’t have a multi-player option, I…
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