Damn... This brings up one of my very first memories.
My mom knew a girl who had a son named Ryan and he was like 8, and I was about 4. Yeah, I was just about 4. I know this because I remember the first time I met Ryan, he wouldn't let me play his N64 because I called him a fartface. I remember running to his mom and crying, throwing a tantrum, and me going home like a bitch. But yeah I had to have been around 4 because Goldeneye had just came out and that game came out in 98 or 99, and I was 4 or 5 around then..... Damn I was a spoiled brat as a kid. You would probably think I'm spoiled until you realized that me and my friends share 90% of our shit though. Clothes, game systems, all that shit because most of us don't have our own so we just sorta pass our shit around for weeks at a time. That shit works nice 
