Personal Narrative: The Day I Got My Machine

While most kids were outside playing in the mud and dirt, I was sitting inside on a couch, comfortable, clean, and happy to do so. As a child, I detested the idea of getting my clothes dirty. I loved to be able to maintain the pristine cleanliness of my outfit, so I often refused to play outside. Instead, I resorted to a crimson red Gameboy SP with a blazing LED screen, almost too big for my hands, for my childhood action. I’d live out intense fantasies in that three inch square. I used to play for so long, well after my mom thought that I was in bed, that my eyes felt as if they were on the brink of melting. I recall the day I got my machine as well, on my Cousin Edward’s 9th birthday. Edward and I were with my grandmother for the earlier part of the day, and she brought us to the local toy …show more content…
It reminds me of the smell of rice cooking in the kitchen and the cheerful murmurs of my family in the background as they played a game of Dominos. It reminds me of being young and not having a care in the world. I had no responsibilities at the time, and thus no worries. Everything was taken care of for me by my family. My Gameboy represents my past and being a child, which I can’t help but miss when I’m forced to study over forty pages of a history text book. It also represents how far I’ve come in my life up to this moment. I’ve achieved a lot by my standards such as getting a job and making it to college, though I can’t help but wanting to quit sometimes like I could with a video game, especially when I see those homework assignments. My accomplishments may not seem like much to more established youths, but when you come from a family where no one even finished high school, it’s a big deal. Even though I still miss those memories, the sight of my Gameboy also reminds me to celebrate where I am in my life right