EPTEDIT:- If someone could tell me, am i suppose to just Update this blog post and bump it or? id rather not write stand alone segments. Thx
This all happened in Maine.
I wouldn't know where to begin this story. But ill start it off with my first RTS i was 7 years old. Warcraft2.
When i had first looked at it i thought the game looked terrible. I had never played an RTS or knew what it was. And i surely would never have played it. Several months later my mom met a guy and as Fate led me to an inevitable journey. He was an avid player of warcraft 2. A game i would have scrubbed off if my mom had never met this guy.. a game that would Change and shape my life.
The first time i met him he had shown me his computer to keep me (Busy) to spend time with my mom. I was not too happy about trying warcraft 2, i had wanted to play some Quake or Doom being an avid FPS player but he had none of these games. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I can still smell the winter air, the cold dark night mixed with the christmas lights and the endless amount of snowflakes that perpetually piled on the ground. Thinking back, when ever i see snow in the dark sky with a cool breeze, i feel free.
Being in a poorer part of a small town i was amazed at how beautiful his car was. His house was huge as well. we had only lived in a small trailer me and my mother. this man also had a hot tub which i was equally fascinated by. Being a child that I was. I was easily fascinated by small things like any good kid. Now I am twenty, and I cant find joy from something I would have appreciated for what would seem like a lifetime had i been younger
