While having dinner with the in-laws a few nights ago, TG and I indulged our curiosity a bit and asked his parents about the good old days (more specifically, the time they bought their kids their first console, the NES).
It was neat hearing them talk about their worries that the kids would get addicted and their subsequent panic that it had happened when The Older Brother didn’t even sleep the night they got it. TG was still pretty little at the time. The story goes that he would sit on the couch with his blankie, sucking his thumb, just watching his older brother and dad playing.
TG’s parents also chuckled through the story of when the boys’ cousin came to visit and told them that they didn’t need to actually run away from the mushrooms in Super Mario Bros.
The whole family is pretty sure that TG, as a little tyke, was just watching, absorbing, and learning all of the tricks and secrets of the now-retro gamedom while he sat sucking his thumb. But, really, how much could he have been learning if his role models were running scared from a power-up?