When I was in fourth grade, my parents had a treehouse built for me for my birthday. When it was finally finished, I didn't pretend it was a pirate ship or a secret clubhouse. I grabbed my four giant boxes of cards for Magic: The Gathering, hauled them up the rickety ladder, and proceeded to play with Eric and one of his friends for hours. This was a continuing trend for quite a while, until I foolishly sold my cards to my cousin for a meager $30. That was almost 15 years ago. These days I can legally drink, have sex pretty frequently, and fancy myself to be quite the fun guy.