Step One: Admitting it. I'll admit it. I love this game. It brings me back to 1988-ish, when my dad bought my brother and I a Nintendo 64 and we would stay up all night playing Super Mario Brothers until our thumbs were raw. We'd sit on the floor of my brother's room and stare at this 13" TV, with our eyes watering from the flickering lights, maneuvering Mario & Luigi through the course to the end where the flag was. Hours would go by and nobody would even check on us...(not sure if that's even legal these days...but at least we were "safe.")
Living on base, we have access to the Exchange (basically a store with all the goodies) and at the electronics department is a Wii, loaded with this very same game. Being that Ronan is completely attracted to all things gamer-related, we end up stopping there to let him try it out for 20 minutes and leave with him crying because he wants to play longer.
Now, you can imagine my anguish in having this game in my home and what I have to deal with when we have to turn it off. I limit him to about an hour (and that's with me playing along), but I've noticed that the past few nights, my dreams involve me, running around, collecting coins. It's become an illness and I'm now going through Mario Wii-thdrawl. Although I still play for a small period of time, I have to force myself to turn it off...or remember that there is laundry to be done, dinner to be cooked, baths to be given and bedtime to be enforced.
Who would have thought that at the my age, I'd still love this game as much as I did over 20 years ago. *Boy, do I sound old now, or WHAT?!!!
