Check out my somersault
In September 1996, I had just entered 8th grade. My freshly sprouted facial hair and deepening voice were no doubt the envy of my classmates. But there was another, far more monumental thing that was about to happen to me.
I was on a routine shopping outing with my mother and sister. They loved to shop. I despised it but would occasionally tag along for the opportunity to stop by Toys R Us and check out the latest games for my Sega Genesis and Super Nintendo.