This game is really what memories are made of.
When I turned about 6 we would go and play this game every night. I would sit on my dad's lap and tell him where all the power-ups where and when an enemy was sneaking up on him. He was so cool, I loved him so much and I wanted to be just like him. He would let me shoot, but he would control the ship because my hands were to small to fit the controller (which, even now, i can hardly get my hands on). For some strange reason we couldn't seem to beat the first boss, so we tried for literally months. But we finally did it. It was great being with my dad, so doing that first mission hundreds of times really didn't matter to me.
Sadly, that was the last video game my dad ever played with me. You see, my dad loved to run marathons ever since he was in college. He would always run places and always had tons of energy. But when I was 5 he tore a ligament in his knee. He could no longer run and had to take some painful surgery so he would play Fury3 with me. But soon after playing the game he found that he wasn't as young as he thought, and he had developed arthritis in his hands. I was devastated that he could no longer play with me.
Thankfully, today he is getting better at conquering his arthritis with the help of medication. I found this game and the old joystick and I even found our old computer buried in the garage. And I hope one day he'll be well enough to play with me again. This is the most perfect game ever. If you ever find this, buy it, and share it with a friend or two. And believe me, this game is like fine wine, it only gets better with age.