Back in my day I got one new Nintendo game every few months. I literally had to pick up poop in the backyard to earn my allowance and I had to save that allowance for months to afford a new game. So there was always a ton of games I wanted but couldn’t get yet. They made games faster than I could buy them (this is different than my life as an adult where I buy them faster than I can play them). So when Christmas came around boy oh boy did I have a list of things I wanted!
I think I spent as much time reading about games I didn’t have in Nintendo Power magazine as I did playing the ones I actually owned. By the time I’d finally get a game I had already memorized the maps and the key combos. I knew how to play the game before I unwrapped it. I had been planning for the moment I would plug in the cartridge for months. I had STUDIED for it. When I didn’t like a game it was because I had already played it in my imagination long before I got the real thing and I liked the version I made up better. It was a harsh lesson in expectations and disappointment, one that I instantly forgot the next time I saw an ad for a new game.
This kid doesn’t know how good he has it. He doesn’t have to do chores to save money to buy his games. I think his only chore is doing his homework. Homework isn’t a chore, I mean it is a chore but it isn’t a chore you have to do to get your allowance. It’s a chore you have to do anyway and you don’t get paid for it. (Which is actually kinda backwards because things I did for money as a child are the housekeeping chores I do as an adult for free whereas school is more analogous to my day job which I do get paid for). He doesn’t have anything to look forward too. He already has them all. At least the ones he wants.
I guess I could buy him a fidget spinner. They’re pretty cheap. And with the money I save maybe I’ll buy myself that new Lego Marvel Superheroes 2 game for the Switch, it looks SUPER good. And then Jake and I are BOTH happy.