When I was 13 or 14 years old, I lost a few consecutive races to my brothers in a video game. Finally, in one of the races, someone shot me with a missile – unfairly, I might add – and made me spin out and lose at the last second.
Naturally, I picked up a chair and threw it into the basement wall, surprising everyone, including me, especially since the chair smashed a hole in the wall. When my parents found out, they banned me from video games for the rest of the year.
I never got into video games again.
