@WashedOutGundamPilot I was lucky enough to be curious, and video games/television didn’t enter my house until I was in my earliest teens. By then I was too concerned with skulking the neighborhood on my bike with the boys looking for girls our age and setting stuff on fire. My mom was a liberal but it never affected me somehow. She used to fall asleep a lot or she’d sleep in til 12 when I was like 5 or 6 and I’d just leave the apartment and walk around and fuck with stuff. I never had a father, but was lucky enough to have men in my family that owned businesses and I loved hanging out with them. They were always exceptionally hard on me, but they were always right. I feel like a lot of kids didn’t have someone being hard enough on them. I did have a ps2 but I was never really allowed on ( but looking back that thing was so fucking addicting. If someone didn’t pull me off of it constantly I would have been fucked. Some days I would wake up and want to play games and although upset that I was denied I would just have to find something else to do. I still play games to this day, and they are still very addicting. The few men I had in my developing years taught me not just how to fix a specific problem, but how to approach a situation and always have a solution. Being able to fix anything is like being a god among men these days. Women co-workers will love you, people (with no technical bones in their body) will pay you. Back then I hated being forced to shovel snow for hours or move wood or help fix some derelict shit, but now I wouldn’t take it back for anything. I would be crying outside cold or wet or something but those moments certainly hardened me. Some of my early jobs working with kids that never had that was BRUTAL. They don’t know how to do anything, even if they actually had a father. Nobody knows how to do shit anymore and my income basically depends on that.