Of Vivi and Cid

There were many times, countless times, while I was growing up that David would get a new video game. Usually it would be an RPG for one of the playstations, most of them being any one of the Final Fantasy series. I would watch him play for hours, getting into the story, helping him, on occasion, spot the thing he needed in order to continue. Before the games had voice actors, there would be text boxes that would pop up like word balloons in a comic. He would read them to me, making different voices for different characters. In that way, I loved the games. They were a way for my brother to tell me stories. During the battles, we would both be nervous, during the dramatic scenes, we would both be wrapped up in them. It was a time in my life I would not trade for anything.