Kid Steve played a lot of games, but he also did some other stuff too. One of my favorite childhood pass times was playing with building blocks. Whether it was Lego, Construx, K’Nex, or something else, when I wasn’t gaming I was building something. So my choice for the game I would show childhood me should come as little surprise.
Minecraft is the game that 10 year old me dreamed about every night. So much so that even now, at 31 years old, I still find Minecraft to be a wonderful game. I am incredibly envious of the 10 and 11 year olds of today who get to enjoy Minecraft from what seems to be the best possible vantage point. I can’t help but envy the sense of wonder that they must have, exploring caves and raising cattle.
The best part about Minecraft is that it’s pretty much non-violent. I mean ok, you kill animals and you kill some skeletons and whatnot but it’s not violent the way Call of Duty or Grand Theft Auto is violent. It’s a wholesome and sincere game of exploration, building, and crafting. Its mechanics are simple to understand, yet surprisingly deep. Its world is endless. All of these game mechanics are poured out for the player without the need for blood and gore everywhere.
Sure, Minecraft seems like a simple answer. It’s a popular game that many children today really enjoy. It’s light, and charming, and has a lot to offer young inquisitive minded kids. But that doesn’t make Minecraft any less the marvel that it is. For a small game, made by just a few people, to be such an important part of the development of young gamers is pretty special. I know that young Steve would have absolutely lost himself in Minecraft…in a good way of course.