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But all that mysterious skill I had when I was small child is
gone.

III. Spyro 2: Ripto’s Rage

PlayStation

I place the disc in my PS2. I hadn’t played the game in nearly
a decade. My cousin and I had conquered it together when we
were children. Luckily, it is backwards compatible. The
loading bar creeps slowly. The purple dragon soars across the
screen. I gasp.

My memory has failed me. I remembered a glorious, verdant
vista with monumental castles and portals. Detailed,
breathing characters. But, returning with older eyes, I see its
defects.

Cubic forms. Nothing like reality. My mind had given them
substance. Nonetheless, the world was real to me as a child. A
crystal clear vision of mystical lands and creatures.

I was not limited by the confines of the realm of Avalar. The
course of the game. Searching for a deviation. I was captivated
by the things I could do in free roaming. Find hidden caves.
Glide through the air. Explore aquatic grottos.

Discover hidden orbs. Emerald. Cubic. Beauty.

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