My Happiest Memory

As a change of pace I'm going to talk about my happiest memory. I have a lot of happy memories. It's been a good life so far. But my best memories are playing Earth Quest.

When I was a kid, 6th grade on, my friends and I used to have this game that centered around this entire world we created. There was an obsessive government, a rebellion, evil and good magic users, interdimentional travel, and a single ship called The Angel.

I was one of a pair of twins, cranky mechanics with a penchant for smoking and drinking. They were rough around the edges, but had hearts of gold. There was also a teenage hacker, a magestic magic user, a ninja, and so many other characters.

So one day this group of friends goes to a place called City of Rocks. It's this amazing place where boulders the size of houses reach up from the ground. We spent a whole day there getting chased by government forces, planting bombs, hiding in the terrain, and generally running until our legs wouldn't carry us. It was a simpler time with simpler pleasures, and although the memory is hazy from the years between then and now, the feeling of wild excitement and reckless abandon has not Waimea's.