Twenty five years on and Zelda is still going strong – as am I, thanks for asking.
Much like a treasured object or loyal family pet, the Zelda franchise has always been there for me.
My first encounter with Link was in 1989, personified by a whiny, petulant kid with an annoying catchphrase: “Excuuuuuuse me Princess!”.
Despite the appalling voice acting in the animated series, my love for the character blossomed when I actually played The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past on the SNES, for the first time. I distinctly recall the overwhelming sense of pride upon fully completing the game and boasting to all my friends about it – only to discover that the majority (and by that I mean all) of them didn’t really care.
They were more concerned with dolls or painting nails and aged nine there was no way I was going to talk to boys about it!
The series taught me to appreciate my own company, identifying with the central character [Link] and his core morals and sense of adventure. This somehow seeped into my school life and I used to find myself daydreaming about cutting grass, searching for Rupees and throwing chickens at locals, all the while shouting HYAH!
Incidentally, had you asked me back then what my favourite colour was I would have said green and explained it was because of Link’s costume – ask me now, the answer’s still green.