We bought the Wii game Epic Mickey for the girls just after Christmas.
I've said before, I'm not much of a 'gamer'. I play things like Jeopardy, Wii Sports and other games that don't require gaming skills. I'm no good at things like Super Mario and Donkey Kong and I quickly lose interest.
But, since the girls and Sean all got new games for Christmas they were pretty occupied with them so I thought I'd be the first to crack it open and give it a try.
I became a junkie. It was a super fun game! And it didn't take a lot of skill, it's more of a puzzle game.
Last night I finished the game. I saved Oswald and Ortensia and got Mickey home.
I finished the game!
Is it sad that I was totally proud of myself for finishing the game? I was so excited. I still am. I finished a game. I have this overwhelming sense of accomplishment. And I also have an urge to play it again because even though I finished it, I failed at some of the tasks and didn't complete some others. I didn't collect all my film reels.....
I know it's a stupid thing, but I'm happy nonetheless. I finished a game.