When I was five years old, my father bought a Nintendo Entertainment System. I would stare at the foreign gray box with the writing in red "NES" along the side until my father turned the machine on. He would play the games on the television in our living room. I would sit either in his lap or in the floor nearby, and watch the green-clad swordsman march through perilous fields or the Italian plumber fight with King Kong. I loved the heroes, I loved the music, and most of all, I loved when it was my turn.
I experienced many social interactions in my life differently because I am an only child. I had no older siblings to model myself after; I had no younger siblings to boss around. While my mother and father were busy with day-to-day work, I became very bored. Most of the childhood games at that time were meant for more than one child to enjoy. Board games needed multiple players, playing dress-up held no amusement for a single person, and certainly dolls lost all meaning aft