Thirty years ago, a young kid - just out of college, starting a new career in a new city, lonely - wandered into a local gaming store. Shopping through the various wargames, trying to find something he might enjoy by himself, he stumbled across a little red box.
Glancing through the booklets, he felt confused. "What kind of game is this," he thought. He boxed it back up, and looked around some more, but in the back of his mind, a voice whispered, "This one is different. This one will stay with you."
Thirty years later, I realize whose voice that was.
Thanks for all the opportunities to take my imagination out for a walk.