I remember the first time I saw that tiny flappy bird its way through a maze of green pipes on a battered old phone. It wasn’t flashy or boastful, just stubbornly addictive. One more tap, one more narrow escape, and suddenly you’re laughing, yelling, and oddly grateful for a digital heartbeat that won’t quit. This is the game that proved simplicity can be a wry, mischievous trickster—and it still tugs at my curiosity years later.