It’s a feeling that should be familiar to any kid who went over to a friend’s house to play their Playstation or whatever. The problem was I didn’t have a PC at home to play it on, so I started going to youth clubs around Copenhagen, just so I could get a fix. I first played the game at a friend’s birthday party back in primary school, and was immediately hooked. So when I got interested in Counter-Strike, I knew I needed to pass my dad’s test. He hated leaving things up to chance, and he categorically avoided putting me or my brother in any uncertainty or danger. No matter what was going on at school, or at home, I knew that my dad had my back.
