I don’t really remember where my childhood games came from. Obviously, someone bought them for me, but I don’t remember ever asking for them from Santa or the Birthday Faerie. So, why did I end up with The Wizard of Oz, The Mask, and Mario is Missing for SNES? I’m thinking it must have been an elaborate form of torture, designed to look like something awesome. I mean, have you played The Wizard of Oz for SNES? I don’t think I could complete that game even now. It’s just shy of impossible.
I suppose when the gems of your collection are Aladdin, The Lion King, and Mario Paint, you take what you can get, and you enjoy the tar out of it. So, Mario is Missing actually wound up being one of my favorite SNES games, even though I do make fun of myself for it now. I played all of my games, and I played them often. I never got very far in any of them; it wasn’t until the PS2 that I ever actually beat a game. But, I loved those games and had no idea they were terrible. Because they weren’t.
They were something I loved. As an only child, they were a friend to play and pass the time with. As a girl, they were something that made me feel special. I knew boys played video games. None of my friends (all girls) had consoles. We played dress-up and watched movies at their houses. At my house, we played Super Mario World and watched movies. I wonder if my best friend wondered why I didn’t have more dress-up clothes, while I wondered why she never got a SNES.
I may not have gotten to play the SNES classics at the time, like Mario Kart or Super Ghouls ‘N Ghosts, but all the SNES games I had became (and remain) classics to me.