My first major hobby started one sunny 2005 day, as Dad and I were driving home from the supermarket. He had just come back fromAucklandand my uncle’s place; he had plenty to tell me.
‘While I was there I was playing a game with Uncle David,’ Dad said smiling. ‘Jak 3 I think, on a Play-station 2.’
‘Cool,’ I said, ‘was it fun?’
‘Yes, it was awesome! I got to drive these buggy things in a desert, while he shot monsters.’
Later we started packing to go and see my Grand parents, for a little holiday. Being five years old, a trip toHamiltonseemed like a year in the car. When we got there we unloaded our gear, and headed inside to greet Grandma and Granddad.
On the farm for the next week, we had a heap of fun riding quads with Granddad and playing games with Grandma. One day Dad and I went into town, and went and had a look at some shops. We soon found ourselves in the Warehouse talking about Jak 3 again. I later found that Dad had dragged me all this way to look at the new Play-station 2 console. Dad soon brought Jak 3, and the console. He took me home as I was getting tired, and then went back to pick it up. The next day I woke up to see an awesome console staring at me. I laughed with excitement, and then went to go and pounce on Dad, giggling.
The next day, we went home. I was sad and missed my Grandparents, but I had the new console and that made me not sad, but happy! Looking at the cover of Jak 3, I spent most of my time in the car predicting what playing it would be like.
A couple of days later, Dad set up the Play-station when I went to bed. When I woke up, it was a school day (the holidays had finished) and I found the Play-station hooked up to the TV. Since it was about six o’clock, I could only really see the red light shining onto the dark, cold floor. I pushed the ON button, not knowing that I had, and suddenly, the scary red light turned to a green light, and the console roared. I jumped, and ran into Mum’s room telling her what had scared me.
Looking back now, I laugh at myself! Hello, my name isJordan, I’m five years old, and I have a phobia of the ON button! Anyway, Mum took me up into the lounge, and showed me what I had done. My phobia was cured.
Later that day, when I got home from school, Dad, Mum and I, had a bash on our new Play-station. Brooke, my sister, never had much interest until later on when she was about eight. We played and played and came to a stage where we could go no further.
Wanting to impress Dad, I started practicing every day for an hour, until I had completed the level, and more. I kept on playing, and in a year, with a little help from Uncle David, I finished Jak 3 and moved on to play the rest of the series, Jak and Daxter: the Precurser legacy, Jak 2, Jak X, and Jak and Daxter: the lost frontier. I slowly moved on from Jak and Daxter, and onto other, more popular games.
If you haven’t played a game on anything, then where have you been for the last one hundred years! Go out and find one!
Gaming can take you anywhere; it’s just like a book or a TV program, only YOU are the main character, and YOU have to use YOUR skills to complete the game.
I don’t think that Dad is too impressed, now that I absolutely love games, and I am addicted, but I’m sure that if he actually played for once, then he would enjoy it a lot.
For more on mine and my friends gaming journeys, you can soon watch: TheMashUps100 on You Tube.