I have vague memories of my first game console. I think I was in fifth grade when I received a Playstation 1 for Christmas. My first games were Toy Story, some racing game (my favorite, though I don’t remember the name of it now), and one other that I forget the name for as well.
So, you see how memorable that was for me. It didn’t consume my childhood or every single spare moment, and I wish that wasn’t the case nowadays.
Sure, I remember enjoying the challenge of completing a hard level in a video game, but it was never the same sentiment and excitement as the memories created with friends and family around the best parts of the Texas Hill Country.
Two-stepping as Willie Nelson played at The Broken Spoke. We would each take turns with the guy who could spin us around the best on the dance floor.
Eating amazing BBQ at the Salt Lick or County Line in Austin lives on in my memory. This BBQ has brought the family around the table for many birthday parties and family reunions throughout the years.
In the summer, I remember dropping off my little brother at Camp La Junta in Hunt and then stopping for ice cream, a history lesson at The Nimitz Museum, and shopping in Fredericksburg on the way home. No matter how many times we had done it, we did it the next summer the same way. It was a tradition.
Listening to live music at the Nutty Brown Cafe in Dripping Springs or eating there for breakfast after church on Sunday mornings played a big part in my childhood. They had a parrot who was quite the character and knew some very entertaining language!