I was 11 and my brother was 9. Our parents didn't let us play M rated games, so one night when our grandma was babysitting us we convinced her to drive us to Blockbuster to get this cool game called Halo 3. I have a terrible sense of direction and my grandma didn't live in our town, so we ended up halfway to Arkansas by the end of the night. Eventually we got the game and made our way back home, where my brother and I stayed up all night killing Covies and searching for skulls. Thank god for grandma.