Every time I end up browsing in one of my favourite video game stores, there is a familiar event that always happens to me. I think that it is a pretty foolish way to think, but here I go. As an example, I will describe what happened to me earlier. Minding my own business and looking at preowned PS3 games, a family came in with their son and daughters. The son was a typical (dare I say it), rather common eleven-year-old in his full-body tracksuit, baseball cap, white trainers and a smugness about him. I shrugged the sight off, assuming that he was yet another pre-teen that was out to convince his mother that Grand Theft Auto IV wasn't as bad as she might have previously assumed. But then it happened. My ears perked up instantly when I heard him state in a puzzling remark, "I wan'...uh, wha's i' called...Heavy Rain, I think.' You can only imagine the surprise on my face: a young boy, who looked like he would grow up chasing skirts at fifteen and loving fast cars, was perusing a video game store for (what I consider) a mature, developed, story-driven film device with characterisation, harsh QTE and a compelling script. All of this, because one of his "mates" thought it might be cool. Perhaps this is some serious prejudice on my part, making this whole thread entirely wrong. But I put the question to everyone: Have you been in a similar situation? Was it a pleasent one, or did it make you grin in silence?