In celebration of Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild’s release we’ll be sharing a few Zelda stories over the next two weeks from ourselves here at AWttP and guest contributors. Today’s story comes from a friend of ours here at AWttP – Ian Menard (@IanMenard), as he shares with us why Majora’s Mask felt so special to him when he discovered it all those years ago.
A bit about Ian? He’s a graduate student from Texas, where he studies pop culture. He once misspelled “weather” during a spelling bee, and it haunts him to this day.
When I was four years old, my family moved from a small town in Texas to Dubai. Or rather, when I was four years old, my mother, my two year-old brother and I moved to Dubai, where my dad had moved ahead of us. Faced with the prospect of taking two young children on two separate plane rides (roughly 16 total in-flight hours, plus layovers), and hoping to do so as peacefully as possible, my mother (understandably) turned to technology – specifically, to the original GameBoy. Over the course of my childhood, my family made innumerable international flights, and that GameBoy (or one of its successors) remained in my carry-on, as did a few different entries in the Legend of Zelda franchise.