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I had a Nintendo as a kid, and I loved it. My mother hated it. My dad bought a few games, but she never did. She hated the fact that I enjoyed playing Nintendo. After that system broke, she refused to get another one. So what happened? I became a video game junkie. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, it's just the truth.
When I went to college, I built my own computer and have (roughly) 20 or so games installed, several others laying around. Last summer I bought a GameCube and have since bought maybe 20 or so games for that. My favorite way to spend a Saturday night is at a LAN party, or at a friend's house playing Soul Calibur.
Despite my mother's constant attempts to make me adopt her lifestyle (read: newage quasi-hippy massage therapist mountain bike addict), the simple fact is I enjoy other things. I have nothing against mountain biking, and I rather enjoy rollerblading, but my lifestyle is not hers, no matter how hard she tries. Ultimately her refusal to hav video games in her house made no difference to me.
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