What I RememberA Story by YoungWolfI don't remember why I remember playing video games...I
don’t know why I remember playing video games as my younger siblings
watched. Video games weren’t often too
far away from me and I would often choose to remain anti-social. I would often go downstairs and flick on my
Playstation, lighting the portable furnace to chase away the bitter cold that
seemed to always found its way down into the basement. I would play my video games any time I had a
free moment, whether it was day or night.
My two sisters and brother came down the stairs, their feet pounding
against the aging steps like a stampede in a bull run. They would join me on the furniture, finding
some empty spot that seemed to draw them there like a beacon, their barely
contained excitement at the game eerily reminiscent of a movie we had all seen
just days prior. I hit the power switch
on the small grey device and listened to the whirring sound produced by the
spinning disc for only a moment. My siblings
would sit on the bed and stay with me for hours as I played the game. They would normally argue amongst themselves
over one thing or another or make odd suggestions that would be impossible to
do in those games. I found them pretty
amusing, even if my stoic expressions said otherwise. I never did consider listening to what their
topic of conversation was. In fact, I
don’t recall paying much attention to what they said. It would often go this way, as if we were
building our own small little ritual that would be carried on with at least one
sibling until I graduated high school and went to basic training. © 2010 YoungWolf |
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Added on July 5, 2010 Last Updated on July 5, 2010 AuthorYoungWolfAboutMy name is Lee and I am a proud husband to a Soldier and father to a young toddler. I've been writing for at least 8 years and I hope to turn my work into actual publications that the world can one d.. more..Writing
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