Gaming with me is something of a great enigma in that I was fortunate that I became a teenager just as the first home games came out and we were lucky that dad did buy us one that hooked up to the tv.
While by modern standards crude and restricted by the number of games available, I did hugely enjoy playing on it and the big often space based games at amusement arcades.
So really a cute area with plushies and games you might of thought was just the ticket today and yet you won't find a single game, not even a pocket sized one.
Why, I hear you say?
Simply because later on my life I sustained serious injuries to my hands, specifically tendons that mean I can't use them for long without being in terrible pain and unable to do everyday things if I tried to.