When I first learned about video games I was just three years old. My dad brought home an Atari 2600 and I was immediately hooked. My favorite, by far, was Pac-Man (give me a break, I was 3). I played that game so much that nobody could match my score. Granted, I may be seeing things through the hazy lens of nostalgia, but at the time there was nothing better. Nowadays my tastes are a touch more refined, but to a three-year-old mind not a thing could beat those blocky monochromatic pixels. To this day, little has come close to equalling those earlier, formative experiences. A part of me hopes that nothing ever does.