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I remember it clearly. Christmas of 1985. I was the ripe old age of 14. I knew everything and could do anything. It was the year I got Nintendo. No… not Nintendo 64. It was the original grey box with the square cartridges and the remotes that were attached by wires. It was the greatest Christmas ever because I knew I could now participate in the classroom discussions about Super Mario Brothers. Sadly, my joy had nothing to do with seeing my grandparents, laughing with the cousins or watching the Grinch with my Dad. It was purely materialistic but that is the world a teenager lives.

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