Humorous Narrative

When I was around 10 years old my father used to limit how much video games my brothers and I could play. We had a couple types of video game systems, but I only really played on my gameboy, which was a handheld videogame player. The main game that I played on there was Pokémon. I was addicted. I thought it was the greatest thing ever, so when my dad said my brothers and I could start playing video games I would quickly rush to go get it and play. The only downside with this system and playing Pokémon was that you had to save the game before you turned it off or everything you had just done would be lost and the game would reset. Not only that, but in order to save your game you had to be out of an encounter in the game, so if you happened to be in an encounter when you were told to turn it off you had to quickly end the encounter or be forced to turn it off and lose all that you’ve just done. Most times I got lucky and I was just finishing an encounter every time my dad told me to turn it off, but other times I would get unlucky. I would just be getting into an encounter in the game when my dad told me to turn it off, so I would try to end the encounter as soon as I could, which sometimes worked, but other times it wouldn’t and my dad would rip it out of my hand and turn it off immediately and I would lose everything. One time in specific, which I will probably always remember, was when I was sitting down at the kitchen table enjoying a nice session of Pokémon on my gameboy when I entered an encounter, so I got ready to beat the opponent when all of a sudden my dad walked in and said, “Enough Michael you’ve played enough today. Turn it off.” Quickly I responded and said, “Okay I just got to save it, it will only take a second.” But right when I said that I realized my dad was in one of his angry moods, so I panicked and started running away from him with the gameboy, playing as I ran to try to get out of the encounter. Once he realized what I was doing he started yelling at me and next thing I know we were both running around and around my kitchen table in a circle. The whole time he was just behind me screaming at me and telling that he was going to break my gameboy, so I could never play it ever again. While he was running behind me yelling, there I was just running and playing with my gameboy, rapidly pushing the buttons as if it would make it work any faster and panting for my life. When he finally got to me, which seemed to me to take forever, but in reality only really took a short period of time, he took my gameboy and threw it against the wall and said that was it, no more gameboy for me. I just looked at him and cried. I was crushed, but to this day me and my brothers still talk about that event and laugh more and more every time.