I was seven when I first played The Secret of Monkey Island. I have fond memories sitting with my dad at the family computer, as I clicked around the screen, exploring Melee Island with Guybrush Threepwood, trying my hardest to solve the puzzles, but ultimately deferring to the adult in the room every time I got stuck. Which happened pretty often. “Back in the day, we completed it without the internet,” he loves to remind me whenever the game comes up in conversation. “We’d go to the pub once a week and talk about how much progress we’d made.”
