Look, Wil, I love you, but my God, you bite your tongue.
The Oregon Trail was not not as good as you remember. It's better than you remember, and it's a pioneer of computer gaming if there ever was one. It's been two decades since I sat in Laurel Elementary's computer lab mindlessly punching a keyboard and staring into a screen—some things never change—but I remember it like it was yesterday. For three or four glorious years I sat directly next to my decade-long crush, Kelly H. (remember: it's federal law that everything in grade-school must be done in alphabetical order) and it was always the best 55 minutes of every week.
But Kelly H. wasn't the reason I fell in love with The Oregon Trail, or why I still love the game to this day. Apart from recess, no experience before sixth grade better prepared me for what life had in store. Please, tell me, what other exercise could teach more about geography, finding food, terminal disease, how to swim, and proper meat-to-vehicle ratio? It was perhaps the most important building block of my life and I hope it remains a staple of elementary school afternoons across the country. We are all better for having played this game and will continue to be, so long as future generations remain steadfast in pursuit of its awesomeness. I'm an Oregon Trail supporter 'till the day I die.