Since the age of 5 I have been riding. I started out on a tiny little, automatic 50cc Honda, rolling around on my parents farm in West Virginia. Back then my sister and I, being the children of hippy German/Iranian homesteaders, used to wear lederhosen with suspenders. Our dad would hold those suspenders and steady us as we rode circles around the yard. I recall having a bit of a hard time differentiating between the brake from the throttle...
For those of you living in this modern day with kids, it is highly likely that you have heard the words; creeper, villager, blaze, Steve, Endermen, glowstone, slimes, portals, mods etc. uttered from your child’s mouth. Perhaps pixelated boxy images are coming to mind now; strange 3D worlds with snow capped mountains, chickens, pigs, sheep, and psychedelic looking mushrooms. Perhaps you have watched your child navigate through these worlds, cutting down trees to make wood planks, digging underground to find coal and killing sheep for the wool to make a bed to sleep in at night.