Video game gold.

I feel it best, when making a new blog as I am, to start at the beginning.
For me, that beginning is represented by my first technological endeavour, known to most as the 2000 Gameboy Colour release, Pokemon Gold.

Pokemon Gold may be a small, insignifigant and outdated game by today's standards, but it opens a window into my childhood that cannot be created by anything else. Every single battle, every place, every graphic, every note in every song in this game takes me back to my childhood and how I felt playing this game for the first time on August 29th, my birthday of that year.

I can still remember the feeling of holding that brand new Gameboy Colour in my grubby little hands for the first time, inserting the cartridge, turning on the power and being transported into a world I have not left behind to this day. To play the game now is to become a child again. The ins and outs of every cave, the strategies used to defeat every gym leader and the locations of every pokemon in this game will always remain with me until the day I die.

No, this blog entry is not about the workings and presentation of the game, more how it holds a place in my heart as one of my favourite video games and as one of the greatest video games of all time. This game is part of a small collection of things that represent my life.