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When I was a kid, my sisters and I played with some neighbor girls who were almost the same age as us. They had a pool table in their basement.

We were very envious of that pool table, mostly because we could almost never talk them into playing a game with us. It seemed indecent that kids who so obviously didn't care that they had a pool table, had a pool table available any time they wanted it.

This same family were also the first people we knew of who got Pong. Remember Pong? It came out, according to Wikipedia, in 1975. We would all gather around the TV, desperately wanting to be the ones with the controllers in our hands, actually playing games of Pong, instead of watching the other kids play Pong. We had to try to be good friends. Good friends didn't complain when their friends wanted to play first (or more) and good friends were OK when their friends wanted to move on and play something else. We wanted our own Pong machine.

It was almost a physical yearning and it seemed so unfair. Remember that kind of envy?