Museums exist for a reason. History is not only remembered, but recorded, researched, reused, recycled, and repeated.

There was a time many lightyears ago when I would hop. (sometimes fall) off the steps right off the bus, toss my backpack, forget my homework and fire up the Sony PS1. I played SSX 2 every single day. I played all the sports offered on there, but the snowboarding was my ultimate favorite. It inspired me, or rather doomed me to go out to Toys R Us and buy a snowboard (20 seconds in I fell flat on my face).

I remember the smooth texture of the PlayStation 1 exterior, the feel of the controller, and the excitement of pushing the power button and seeing that little green light turn on. I was excited everyday to play this system.

One day, my excitement turned to anguish. The system belonged to my eldest brother, not I. He had come home as I was wasting away at school to reclaim his glorious console! I was devastated. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a way to replace it, I was 8 and jobless.

A millennia passes…. I am 20 years old and my mother brings me a PS1 she bought at a local hillbilly auction. $5 bucks she paid! I couldn’t believe after all these years she had remembered that console, she was working during that time, so she must have heard my late night sobs the following months after the PS1 was snatched from my arms. I immediately took her credit card (with her permission and a budget) and drove 45 minutes to the closest retro gaming store. SSX 2 was a cool $1.99, but many other titles that people called old and outdated held their value. It took a while to realize that these systems break or get tossed in the trash, the discs get too scratched, and accessories, games, etc. are not as readily available as they were when the system was the dominating factor of the Sony empire in the 1990s. I (rather my sweet mom) paid up for some good old classic titles. Here we are, nearly