I walked in on my parents once. Man, that freaked me out. *shivers*

I painted a neighbor's washer and dryer an awesome green color when I was 5. I don't understand why I got in trouble, the green was far better than the almond/tan color.

I got lost once in the woods and my absolute favorite pet I've ever owned (an amazing female german shepard named gypsy) guided me back home. Literally. She walked ahead of me when I started crying and barked a few times until I started following her. She kept doing that even though I was yelling at her to not leave me and to come back to me. (she was very obedient and would always follow my commands) She took me all the way back home. Seriously a good dog. walked me to my school bus stop (quite a way from my house) and met me there when I got off (would go back home and then come back when she knew it was time). Would also bark and growl at my parents if they raised their voices to me. When I got in trouble, they'd have to put her outside. That dog would have seriously died for me had I ever been in trouble. That dog and I were connected... ET style.

Auto correct lol, Pachter sometimes looks like PacMan lol waka whaka WiiHD whaka whaka yummy a red Apple whaka whaka Nnnoo...... The Ghost of good games to come got him, we never got to hear how Nintendo was going to screw up next week crap and I had my calendar ready! (If Pachter sees this I kid, I know I'm harsh on ya but your not all that bad).

But yes my childhood memories are chalked full of Gaming. Sneaking in my Tamagotchi and Game boy into my desk. Using Pokemon to study math if Rattata does 5 damage to Pidgey and Pidgey has health of 20 HP how much HP does Pidgey have left? Using a potion brings back how much HP.

Learning to type with Mario Typing, a game my school actually let us play in class. Every lunch I wasn't getting beaten up and robbed of my lunch. Be in their learning how to type.

Looking forward to that crisp Nintendo Power slide through the mail slot.

When I wasn't playing games reading about games I was outside weeding gardens, shoveling snow, washing cars or Berry picking just to get my next game. I remember if I aced a report card my mom would rent three games for a week and let me play all week every day watching the clock for it to hit 3PM.

Oh one major non gaming memory. I was in Grade 2 and my moms friend had accident ly not put on her safety break. The car began rolling down the hill I had long legs and was a speed demon. Their was a baby in the car I jumped inside and steered the car from hitting the school portables and instead drove it into the field. It was such a rush it was so exhilarating and I totally loved the positive attention I got from everybody. It was so cool being a hero!

When I was 10 years old back in 1992, my family and I moved to our new house and even though we didn't know at the time, live next to white supremacist. The next three years were interesting to say the least.