Polygon: Whatever we could find, we'd play together, because Dad knew he'd never be able to hit the green with me in real life or run around a tennis court to best me beyond the virtual world.
Unfortunately, the years passed and our console collection soon withered away to nothing. So too did our emotional bond, originally bolstered by a shared love of gaming. It’s now 2015, and Dad is a much different man than he was when I was clad in a Batman T-shirt and leggings sitting on his lap in our living room. He’s into reading sports news online and working on his wheelchair basketball technique.
But there’s one very important thread that we do still share: Minecraft.