Memory tastes like iron

"Maturity", what a concept. Now that I can consider myself a mature and serene adult (or so I hope), I find it funny to recall the days when I found myself staring to this old TV screen that my brother was using to play The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Independently of the immense progress this industry has witnessed in the last decades, the truth is that even today I find it soothing to go back to those games many people can't even stand anymore. Generational graphic limits, an overwhelming simplicity, not that much of character development, no online features... that's right. However, if we can afford to accept today's limitations, it would be interesting to understand yesterday's ones - and embrace what it meant to demolish some of those obstacles as well. Because we did overcame quite a lot of them, am I right?

We all did. Not so long ago, and while I was still going through one of my formations, I was terrified when confronting the idea of having to go through a JavaScript technical test. These days, it doesn't look as much of a hassle, but the fear paralyzed so fiercely while picturing the many words my mentor could use to express that I didn't pass (spoiler: I did), that nothing seemed enough for me to stop practicing and panicking. Now, it's clear that I'd simply check the documentation, practice, practice, practice... and that's all. But that's today's perspective; unlike today, yesterday I was indeed scared, smol, fragile, and unable to see all the tools I had at my disposal. I was someone who studied humanities during her entire life, after all. "Not good enough for this sector".

In the end, however, and as funny and twisted as it might sound, it was all about words - just like Memory tastes like iron is, too.