![]() ![]() Last week, when I fired up the “Mario Maker” and once again saw the red-suited Mario standing atop crude brownish bricks and green bushes - vegetation that looks essentially like a stray strand of lettuce - a number of memories came rushing back. That’s not to say it didn’t also fulfill that role. When I was younger, I certainly couldn’t articulate the reasons, but the NES felt like something more than a mere toy. “This,” she was more or less saying, “is the new toy that keeps the kids occupied.” Here’s why I think I stopped playing that day, or at least here’s why I continue to hear her voice: When she joked that the NES was her new babysitter, I heard, whether it was her intention or not, an adult equating video games with child’s play. This post-holiday sleepover, for a few minutes at least, would be a little tense. In moments, one of Mario’s lives would be gone, our progress for the past six or seven hours just a little bit erased. Mario was now standing still on the screen. ![]()
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