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Lets see if any of you wimps can beat my high score!!!!!

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Now vs. Then

I've been thinking, and I've realized that things are really different than they were a few years ago. I mean, things have always been going pretty awesome, but when you take a time in your life and compare it to the present, things are completely...well, different.

For example, 2nd grade. I had one of the best teachers ever. My friends and I formed a band. I started playing Dark, Jay, and Shadow with my two best friends in the world. And, that was also probably the year that I had the best times with my favorite cousin ever, John.

He was ten. I was eight. And he was the best cousin I could ask for. He was always up for another game, and never ran out of ideas. I loved every minute with him.

The game-playing never stoped. In the top picture, we were probably talking about our characters in the car. In the bottom picture, we were playing an awesome game in the back yard in Long Beach. The best games we played, I shared with Emma and Cynthia at school. And, they loved the ideas just as much as I did. They were perfect ideas.

Now: I can hardly get an adventure game out of him. I always seem to get my hopes up, and then it hits me. He's not ten anymore. He's fourteen, soon to be fifteen, and already in high school. Its just not the same. But, its not his fault. He has other interests now, other things to do. He's older, and that's just not going to change. I'll probably never have a cousin as fantastic as him, and I'll probably never play better games. But I guess I'll just have to accept that. Get used to it, and not let past memories change reality. Now, when I hear he's coming over, I shouldn't get out the toy weapons, or the old weapon catalogs we used to use for ideas. I should find other things to do. Find something to help me talk to a fourteen year old. Anything.

So many things remind me of the old John. Movies, books, video games, pictures. I mean, I only liked the movie Eragon because it reminded me of the old games I played so often with the old John. Those same memories contributed to how much I enjoyed Hellboy, one and two. The Legend of Zelda? John. The Moorchild? John. Almost everything else I've ever enjoyed reading, watching, or playing? You guessed it, John.

No matter how hard I try to put it all in the past, I know I'll never be able to put aside those memories and just realize what's really going on. People are changing. They may never be like they were in the past ever again, but maybe I can find some way to have fun with the new versions of my old friends and relitives. Make new memories, maybe memories good enough to replace the old ones. Somehow.




*No offense to anyone.