When I was young, one of my favorite games was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the NES. I recall it being difficult; nail-bittingly, skin-peelingly difficult. The swimming stage, which required you to swim through a maze of electrified water and defuse bombs, caused me to lose at least one turtle no matter how careful I was.
Plus, my hand-eye coordination is much better than it was when I was a child. I’m even a professional wrestler, which means I’ve trained to react physically before my mind can fully process what I’m seeing.
So recently, I went back to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, think that surely it couldn’t be as hard as my memory told me it was.
Turns out that no, that shit was hard as fuck.