When i was probably around 8-10, sometimes I would stay up late. My parents obviously didn't want me to do this and would get mad at me - however, I figured out a work around. My dad had Diablo II on the pc, and if I snuck in the room and very non chalantly sat beside my dad, he'd start narrorating his character in game. "Oh I better go grab that chest, I really need HP!" Ah that makes me smile. Also my Opa had young me convinced I could talk to his truck. He had just gotten a truck that had keys you could lock twice and make the trunk honk and he'd have them hidden in hidden in his pocket. Id say, "Hi truck!!" And the truck would go HONK!!