|She was the first curvy cartridge of my youth. And oh, what a doozy she was.|
I wouldn't know, from personal experience. But if it was anything like hearing Mario make his first utterances, I'll probably need tissues.
It happened for me when I was ten years old. I was living in a small apartment in Fort Collins, Colorado, and my brother and I had miraculously been gifted a Nintendo 64 - and the brand-new Mario game accompanying it - for the holidays. I was as prepared and exhilarated for the gaming experience as one could possibly be. But as I powered the system on for the first time, I wasn't prepared at all to hear my favorite video-game character verbally declare his presence to me with an emphatically Italian-tinged "It's-a me! Mario!"
The mustachioed mug that followed, proffered for me to tug at and twist, was a title-screen revelation in its own right. But the fact that I was able to hear this idol of my childhood express himself on-screen for the first time was as good a sign as any that I'd just powered up a life-changing cartridge.