As a kid, one of the best things about getting a new Zelda game on the original Nintento was opening the box and pulling out that bright, shiny gold cartridge. As a seven year old it was like having something precious that was just mine. A gold brick of pure, video game bliss. I have to admit, the saddest part of reliving those old adventures was pulling out the shoebox with all my old NES games and discovering that somewhere along the course of life my old Zelda games had been mixed up with someone elses, (probably a roomate, or something) and that my gold carts had been replaced with the later, generic grey ones.
Oh well, I guess no use crying over spilt milk. Besides, we've actually been able to get my old Nintendo and both The Legend of Zelda, and The Adventure of Link working (after lots of blowing into the system and the cartridges), which after 25 years is no small feat.
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