The Child in the Tomb
A tanka poem about my earliest childhood memory: playing Tomb Raider 3

Gaming with my dad
From London to India
Walking through spike traps
And swimming with piranhas
Sparking a love for travel
I still have my original copy of Tomb Raider 3, the insanely difficult game that revolves around Lara Croft traveling around the world to look for four meteoric artifacts. I too wanted to become an archaeologist who battled velociraptors in the South Pacific Islands, rattlesnakes in the Nevada desert, and creepy mutants in Antarctica, but for now, I’ll settle with an acting and writing career in Los Angeles. Though whenever I travel, whether it’s hiking through old ruins or admiring the view from atop a city skyline, I always remember the game that introduced me to the world above my basement, where I watched my dad countlessly impale poor Lara against spike traps, or quickly becoming squashed like a spider against hidden boulders.
I, becoming so very fed up with his incompetence, eventually grabbed hold of the PS1 controller and showed him how to properly play as Ms. Lara Croft.






