Hey Mario!

I have a couple of confessions to make.
The first one is I am not a big fan of video games.
This of course is not greatly appreciated by my twelve year old son.
I know nothing about gaming systems.
I lost track of what was cool about the time of Asteroids,

and have always held the opinion that they suck the imagination out of a child.
Boy, am I wrong!
Meet my nephew Mario.

I watched him and could not figure out what he was doing,

for hours and hours.

He ran around, and did these cool ninja/karate moves.

Finally I asked him if I could play.

He is Mario.

I am Princess Peach, or sometimes Princess Daisy.

I followed him around doing cool kicks and Ninja chops.
We had cool weapons.(sticks)
We fought the bad guy Bowser.




He knew exactly what he was doing.
He had the whole scenario in his mind.
We ran around fighting the worlds evil, and saving the good guys.
Plus, he taught me how to shoot my weapon, and put up a force field.

All useful life lessons.

Second confession, sometimes camping gets a little long for me.

Three days - three days in the dirt,

with the bugs, and I stink like a camp fire.

My A.D.D. kicks in and I usually find myself escaping to a book,

or bugging my brother Brian.

Not this time - this time I played Mario Brothers live version with Aiden.

I have never had so much fun running around a camp ground.

Imagination is Alive and Well!