Now I have played the original game, once upon a sweet time, as a competitive little brat along with my siblings; namely one VERY competitive, slightly older sister. And as I sat here with all my 27 years of knowledge behind me, I think to myself "I've got this, it'll be cake. I used to beat this game all the time!"
Hello Reality Check!
I got spanked! I spent 3 lives just trying to beat the first level in the first damn world! And within minutes I was spewing all sorts of foul curses at the TV screen where the little toadstools and evil duck/turtle things are easily knocking me off left and right.
And then it hits me, as I die (yet again) and am sent back to the beginning (again). How did I beat this game as a kid?! And then, as a mother of a 9 year old boy who loves video games, I wonder aloud "What kind of things are we letting our kids play with?" Toadstools? Distorted crossbreeds of turtle/ducks? Venus flytraps that pop up and shoot fireballs out of their mouths? So I turned the game off...I figured being sent back to the beginning 3 separate times was punishment aplenty for my procrastination. And here I am.
So...
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