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The Wii
Dec 18, 2017 6 years agohttps://www.biopage.com/contest/biopage-mini-essay-writing-contest/show The Wii A Wii is an at home video game console made by the company Nintendo around 2006. Although I never really considered myself a gamer, I have always loved my Wii console. It was given to me when I was eight as a Christmas gift from my grandfather who passed away, so it holds quite a bit of sentimental value to me. I cherish the many Mario Kart and Super Sluggers matches with family and friends on this device. I also treasure how I could become Indiana Jones or Luke Skywalker. It made me feel like I could be or do anything. The thing that got me thinking about my Wii was our current dilemma. My family and I are moving to a new house and already have another modern console. So the decision was made to dispose of the old yet irreplaceable Wii. This choice was not made by me; it was made by my parents. I begged and pleaded for days, but their decision stood firm. I even tried to stash it away in my room, but there was nowhere that I could hide the console that they wouldn't find it. There wasn't much I could do to make my condition better. So I began to say my goodbyes to something I held to such a great esteem. As I picked up the plastic Mario Kart wheel for the last time, it felt small for my big hand, yet it was reassuring. I had been in this place before. I raced on all the maps: Coconut Mall, Shy Guy Beach, and Yoshi Falls. Then I explored every stretch of the jungle in Indiana Jones. The same for Super Sluggers. I played for hours trying to beat everybody and anybody I could at multiplayer. I even found my old lightsaber and jumpsuit and played Star Wars The Force Awakens. Then to top it all off, I had a dance battle with my sisters on Just Dance 3. I won of course… having all the lyrics and moves to the songs memorized, but those moments will be what a will remember eternally. My flashback to playing on the console brought me more memories of playing with my grandfather, and how he would always win. I kept telling him that I would beat him next time. I never did... My goodbyes were finished as my dad took the console out the door. I like to think that it's out there somewhere as a present under the Christmas tree. Ready to make other eight year olds, grandparents, sisters, mothers, and fathers delighted..
