It’s 1993, and my dad doesn’t understand video games. He’s tried a few times in the past. When I was eight, I stole a few bricks of Post-It Notes and left literally hundreds of notes hidden all over the house, each one saying, “Buy Jeremy a Nintendo.” There were notes hidden inside folded socks and boxes of cereal, notes tucked away into coffee mugs and wallets. It was obnoxious, and it worked. Eventually, I wore them down and they bought me a Nintendo Entertainment System for Christmas.