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It was the day after Hailed to get into the college I wanted, andi was feeling rather bummed out, sitting Hem in my room. My grandpa picked up on that, and decided he
weild do like he did when I was a kid- hm me to cheer me up-
I was always a Genesis sort of a guy: and he spatted the Sonic Team logo. Unfortunately, my grandpa got me this, because he wasn' t aware how Sega had declined in quality as
I replied with a heavyhearted smile, because a part of me was happy that he did it for me, the other side of me, the gamer side, not so pleased. He knew he made a mistake, too, since I wasn' t
as ecstatic as I was when I was a kid, er perhaps, he thaught: as an adult: I was expressing my happiness in a more mature way- I won' t ever know.
Before I got lying to make him feel better about purchasing the Mme, he ended up dying: the third day after giving me the Mme. It was sudden, shocking me in my sleep when my
grandmother found him, her screams waking of me still so very fresh in my mind.
After the burial, Hound this game in my room. Unwrapped and untouched since first getting, I picked it up sympathetically: as if it were ffriends had wronged
With care: I unwrapped it, and a childish smile came over my face. I placed it in my Gamecube and played it all in an ambient light not suiting the childish nature of the Mme, but the
childish nature ofthe game suiting the last gift efmo grandfather andmy transition to adulthood
I still have this Mme, hrh I cherish this more than any other Gamecube Mme.