My parents figured that however much I played the Game Boy, it couldn’t amount to the damage that having a permanent video game featured in the living room would cause. Playing console games was a thing reserved for visits to a friend’s house or the occasional birthday. From that point on, my parents became the largest consumers of batteries in the greater Los Angeles area. For some reason, my parents found it safe to give me my father’s Game Boy when I was still a toddler. I didn’t grow up without games entirely, quite the contrary. The reason for this deprivation was a common one: fear of a young Nathan rotting his brains out. When I say growing up, I mean to say that I did not own a console until the months before I entered high school a GameCube was my first. Growing up, my house was a house free of video game consoles. It could be a game that received universal appraisal, or one that ![]() Remember fondly from their childhood, or just thought was passed over. Each week, someone will look at a game they missed, Extra Life is a weekly column focused on giving games a first, second,
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