Before I left to come back to Indiana, I stumbled across some of my brother's old NES games. They were exposed; I cried in disbelief. "DUuuuuuuuust!" I whined to my mother, who also happened to be in the basement. "I have to clean these. I'm too protective of games."
And too reminiscent. Duck Hunt, how I miss you. You gave my cousins and I reasons to fight over many a Thanksgiving gathering.