When I was a young boy, I enjoyed playing Pokémon Emerald on my Gameboy Advance without a care or worry in the world. I played it during walks to the park at night while my dad walked our dog. I played it in the morning before school if I got up particularly early. I played it in my cool, air conditioned basement on a calm Summer day with a bag of Goldfish crackers to eat.

Life was a joy back during those days. I wish I could go back sometimes.