I grew up very comfortably middle class, so I’m not going to act like I was deprived of anything. But new video games were a thing to be prized in my house, and I only got four at most per year (one for Christmas, one for b-day, and one for each semester that I brought home straight As). So mostly my purchases were sure-fire Nintendo first party releases such as Star Fox and Mario Kart, along with licensed Disney games like The Lion King. Rentals were a thing but I just used that to keep renting the Ninja Turtles arcade port and various sports games. Needless to say, I missed out on a whole lot during that time. Super Metroid? Too scary. Various Final Fantasies? I had no idea how they worked. And Sega stuff? I assumed I would never get to play those.
I eventually got caught up in middle school when my older cousin showed me how to download an emulator and ROMs. From there I was off to the races, playing basically everything of note in the 8 and 16-bit cannons. I’ve still got my blindspots, but that one summer when I had nothing but time and what felt like every game ever made was truly magical. Unethical, but magical. My 11-year-old self would be fuming at my 31-year-old ass that has all the consoles and all the games and yet I play fucking Fortnite and Overwatch almost exclusively.