8 Views of Mount Tamaranch
Ballad of the Wind Fish - Orchestrated
My earliest Zelda nostalgia is from when I was 5 years old. I was playing The Legend of Zelda on my NES and had finally made it to Death Mountain. The final dungeon is one big maze and very quickly I was lost in the middle of it. Just as I was digging in and exploring- it was time to go to Sunday school. To track my way I had been using crayon directly on the playroom TV. I had all types of dots and lines covering the blank dungeon map in the upper right hand corner. I knew there was no way I could leave the dungeon and lose my progress; I was close, too close to just quit. I couldn’t turn the console off either, so I secretly left the game on while we all left the house for church. I did this in spite of my fear that the house would burn down if I left that huge AC plug in the wall (thanks Dad). At Sunday school all I could think of was Zelda. After church my Mom proposed that we go out to breakfast. That almost never happened! I couldn’t believe my luck! Looking down at my french toast I could only think of Zelda. I was also distracted by the fear that my childhood home was a flaming pile of rubble. Regardless, I was obsessed with continuing my journey in Hyrule and couldn’t wait to get home. When I got back, the house and my game were both okay. I continued to play and work my way through toward Ganon.
I own this awesome mug
Link Between Worlds display @ Nintendo World NYC