A Day in the Life of a Joystick

A Day in the Life of a Joystick" from the perspective of a joystick being used by a 6 year old

I hear footsteps. Small, excited ones. Then, the familiar warm grip of tiny hands wraps around me. Ah, she’s back! My best friend, the Little Gamer.

She holds me carefully, like a treasure, wiping my buttons just in case I got dusty overnight. "Okay, buddy," she whispers, "let’s do this!"

With a click, the game begins. Her fingers dance across my buttons, moving her character with pure determination. She giggles when she jumps over obstacles, gasps when she almost falls, and" oops!" she crashes into a wall.

She frowns. "Oh no, Daddy! I’m stuck!"

Ah, the ritual begins. The Big Helper arrives" her dad. He sits beside her, smiling. "Hmm," he says, watching the screen. "Try moving left instead of right."

Her tiny fingers press my joystick. Left. Right. Left. Right. She tries again" jump, spin, dash" YES! She did it!

"YAAAAY!" she screams, throwing her hands in the air. I almost go flying, but she catches me just in time.

"Good job, cutie!" Dad cheers, giving her a high-five.

She grins and hugs me like a friend. "We did it, joystick!"

I glow with pride. Not because we won the game. But because I get to be part of this" every joyful moment, every challenge, every high-five.

And tomorrow, we’ll do it all over again.