Do you know when I hear the word joystick, it reminds me of my childhood.
When the living room lights is off, my eyes fixed on the old television screen, while my hands gets hold of the plastic controller like it was the only thing that matters in the world, which is was at that moment.
The joystick wasn't just your regular hardware. It was that needed life of adventure.
Just a little flick to the right and here am l dodging a life threatening enemy fire. It is time to push forward, and I was the one flying a plane passing through the blue sky. Pulling it back, trying to reverse into safety and hiding away from a monster that is trying to consume me.
The joystick gave me that control when I really had none in the real world. When my parents are spending time outside, when the world felt so overwhelming and complicated for a kid like me to sail through.
There is always something magical how a thing so small like joystick can give you unimaginable power. This wasn't a tool for games, it is was a catalyst to the world of imagination. Do you know I was pretended that the joystick was a sword, and even a magic wand. It moved with me and we were one.
Even now that I'm older when I still get hold of the controller, which is now the evolved form of the joystick, something inside me calms down. It was a memory that brings me joy. For escape of boredom. Making feel the power to control the world that feels uncontrollable.
It is funny how a simple tool like a joystick can carry so many memories, dreams and happiness.
