Super Nintendo and me: growing up, recession and role-playing adventures

I don't remember a time we didn't have video games in the house. I grew up in Gregory, Michigan, a small town in the middle of nowhere; a town that literally borders Hell. I wish I was kidding. My dad was a second shift supervisor at a General Motors plant in Detroit. He always wanted to have the latest expensive things; we owned an early home PC and he'd bring home these floppy discs filled with games – they would trade them around at his office.