My Nintendo
When I turned 5 years old my dad and uncle bought me a Nintendo 64 (From here on it’ll be known as N64). I had just moved here from Serbia and this was the first thing I had ever gotten in Canada. I loved that console with all of my tiny little heart. I used to go t school and then quickly hurry home to eat and start playing I had never felt such happiness before in my life. It helped me learn English. I didn’t know a word of English when I first come here but, over time I mastered the arts of speech. That little 5 square inch piece of machinery changed my life. Since I was new and quite foreign it was difficult to make friends .Another challenge was that kids are brutal. I used to get eaten alive by bullies but, no matter what they did or said, I always had my N64 loyally waiting for me at home. That one thought always cheered me up. Talking about those days makes me sad and guilty. Sad because I remember how shy and lonely I was. Guilty because as technology advanced I’ve forgotten about my dear companion. Once in a while I find it in my house and just stare at it. We both cry. I think I’m going to start playing on it again. Well, now you know about my crown jewel. What’s yours?