Our happiness has been hidden in the rolling of glass beads since we were young, in the fun of magnets attracting and repelling each other, in the anticipation of the Monopoly throwing the dice, in the winning and losing of rock-paper-scissors, in the chase of the police chasing the thief, and in the surprise of the flop of playing cards.
When I was in the fourth or fifth grade of elementary school, the Elf Book of Rock Kingdom and the hail of bullets in Cross Fire added a lot of color to my childhood. Entering junior high school, life-and-death sniping gradually replaced the passionate charge of Cross Fire, and later the five-player black game of King of Glory, the marks of youth were engraved one by one by the game.
Some people say that games steal childhood growing up time. But in my opinion, these game memories soaked in sweat and laughter are treasures gifted by the years, and they are worth recalling and cherishing over and over again in the days to come.
