Ever since I was a small child, I've been imagining what I'd would buy if I found a million dollars just laying on the ground. It was a game of sorts, and one my friends and I played often. I'd imagine at around 8 years of age, I'd likely have bought a multitude of Pokemon cards, around 13 though—it started changing into motorcycles, cars, and trucks. The older I became, and the more involved I became in the real world, it started changing from what I would buy, into where I would go, what I'd do, and how I'd get there. The game was slowly becoming an escape from every day life, one that was solidly planted in those warm, gushy childhood memories, it was an escape from a world that, with every passing day, turned more and more serious.