My daughter is pretty good at some video games. Soul Calibur 3 is one of those she kicks much ass on. In addition to fighting games, she also enjoys racing games (arcade racers). Her favorite amongst those is the legendary Burnout 3. Up until two days ago it had been months since we played it. At that time she did the same thing all little kids do when first learning racing games: spun around a lot, hit the guardrails a lot, had to reverse a lot.
Then everything changed.
The other night she asked to play it with me. I loaded it up on the trusty PS2 and we picked our cars. The countdown began, and I reminded myself that I would be stopping along the track a few times to let her catch up, much like I've done for Mirror when she attempted to master Gran Turismo 4 (and she will kill me if she reads that).
As soon as we got the green, she was past me. In fact, it was an honest-to-goodness race, with her leading most of the time (she officially won two of three). No rail running. No out of control spins. Just good ol' fashioned madness that the game is supposed to deliver. I was so stunned that at one point I was convinced that I was playing the system and not my six-year-old. Somehow between the last time we played and now she got good at it. She hasn't been practicing at someone else's house. She hadn't been practicing when I'm asleep. She just got good.
Besides being impressed, I started mentally ticking off all the games I could introduce her to. Games I have avoided because they take more precise control. She was interested, too. She started asking me about ones she could see in the stacks. As she said, "I want to beat you at those, too."
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