I recently made a decision to cry, "To hell with it" and pursue a dream of collecting the sets of Magic The Gathering from back when I first discovered the game. Magic was my gateway into tabletop gaming, even though I had been enticed by amazing ads for Dungeons & Dragons in comic books for years. I wasn't able to go beyond that, though, as my family had concerns about D&D, a game which was rumored to be evil (this based on residual, "Satanic Panic" crap and ignorance). It was Magic that got past my restrictive parents and drove me to the local game store near my school, and it was there that I became lost in the hobby that I would go on to love, through the help of a great game store owner who was incredibly supportive.
In recent years, Wizards of the Coast has engaged in some political messiness and poor brand management, and this drove me away from their games. I sold off my Magic The Gathering collection, and I was certain that I wouldn't ever return to the game. I successfully avoided it for many years, but in the last few months I've been wallowing in a longing for the way things were for me when I was a kid. I started seeking out sets I had from the late 90's and a new collection started to grow.
Today I had the pleasure of opening a starter set for Fifth Edition, and inside that set was a Fifth Edition booster pack. The feel, look, and most importantly the scent of these cards mentally sent me shooting backwards in time. Once again, I was an awkward twelve-year old standing in White Cap Comics, carrying the deck of cards my Vice Principal gave me out of pity (he saw me watching some peers play at lunch time and understood that I wanted to play, too), which he found in the school's lost and found. Priscilla, the store owner stood behind her counter and explained what I would need to play. The waking dream trip turned into a flashing series of moments from those days and the ones which followed, and a warm feeling of comforting joy flooded my brain.
Then suddenly I was back in my office. The cards were on my desk. The connection to the past was made, and my heart felt happier than it had in a long time.
Folks, never underestimate the moments that shape and define you. You unfortunately won't be aware of them when they come, so you must cherish all of your time and be sure to appreciate all of the moments in which you live. I wish I had known and understood this when I was a kid, but I'm glad that finding the odd collectible from my youth was able to do something to diminish the feelings of loss and regret which constantly haunt me.
It's great to be able to play Magic The Gathering, as I first knew it, once again.