The day i realized my nephew liked minecraft was the day i knew i should tell his dad (my brother to buy it for his switch. From that day i came over probably a week or 2 weeks later and the kid is still playing the game. It reminded me, of when i was his age. When i was at my aunt lucias house and was playing on the ipad they had. I was looking at all the games, and i saw minecraft. I tapped the game icon. And clicked on a world. I remeber there a a library full of books. Some messed up doors for the entrance. And a giant fence that was super high for animals. All built in creative.
The idea that my nephew who is 6 is playing minecraft. Is well, amazing. It makes me so overjoyed to realize. "I did it." Im the reason this game is played and just, never seems to die. Because of the older brothers and uncles who are a couple years apsrt teaching their little brothers and nephews about minecraft. Not even teaching them. Just showing them it. I already lost that tiny peanut brain. That little peice of gum that had me interested in minecraft so much. He hasn't. So happy Im the reason he'll be getting home from a rainy day coming home. And playing... Minecraft