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A Vague Memory

Hello everyone. Earlier this evening I was talking to my Fiancee Cristy, and she brought something up that led me down the memory tunnel that I haven’t thought of in quite a long time. When I was younger, I played World of Warcraft with my Father. Sometimes by myself, but it was more of a monkey-see monkey-do situation where I thought my dad was super-cool, so I did the things he did. Now, when I say we played together, I more-so mean that he would play in the same room as me. He would be level 60 (the level cap), running around and doing raids with his guild, while I would be level 9 running around killing rabbits. This doesn’t sound like much, and to many of the froo-froo parents of today, this is a HORRIBLE way to raise your child. How dare you have him sit on the computer and play these terrible games?! Good Day Sir!

But, the fact of the matter is, these are some of the most fond memories I have with my dad. I was reminded of one night in particular that my dad talked to me about why I should keep one character, as opposed to constantly making new ones. For anyone who knows me, the idea of me jumping around and making new characters all the time is not that shocking. Maybe it is because I always want to try new things, and learn what is out there from every angle. Or maybe it is because I just get too amped up and cannot for the life of me simmer down. Regardless, he said “It is more rewarding to sit down and push through the grind from level 1-60, because you were there with that SAME character the whole way. That character has been your avatar in the adventure of this game, and you shouldn’t give up on it.” While this was a small little thing that he said (and quite a nerdy thing), to me at the time it was like a was staring into the eyes of the wise Gandalf himself. This rung a bell in my head that I haven’t gotten to stop ringing since then, and I apply that principle to my life in many ways. I try now to use my personality and defects to my benefit every single day, because he was talking to about a video game. And I won’t give up.

The point being, he took the time when I was a child, to involve me in his interest. And when there was something I was interested in, he would do his part to help me. He talked to me, and taught me how to be a decent man. I love my father, and I always will. Your words ring true to this day. Thanks Dad.


Thank You all for reading. I hope you have an amazing weekend, and let me know what memories you have as a child!

Photo by Alex Haney on Unsplash

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