I have one more comment about a game that was the best for me at the time, not because I liked it so much (actually, I really did like it) but because of how my grandson reacted to it and the fond memory I have for the game and its surrounding events.
When Mech Warrior 2 first came out, I had a copy of that one pretty quickly. My stepson, daughter-in-law, and grandson were living with us temporarily while they were getting their finances cleaned up - which they did fairly soon. But it meant that for a while, my #1 grandson was underfoot.
He heard all the racket from MW2, with zaps and explosions and cannon shots and the like. So one evening he crawled into my room while I was playing and being a toddler, just HAD to explore. He said, "Paw paw play BOOM, T. play BOOM." Thereafter, "BOOM" was the name for any computer game that involved explosions. He would say "Play BOOM, Paw paw" then hold up those baby arms in hopes I would take him to the computer so he could play.
I allowed him to sit on my left knee and fire the guns. (Quickly had to go online to learn the "infinite ammo" cheat right after that started. Aiming, he learned; ammo conservation, he didn't.) So there we were, him happily shooting the guns and me controlling the joystick. Until...
One night he was shooting and I was steering. He started looking at the joystick and the keyboard and kept looking back and forth between the two of them. You could almost hear the little gears grinding. Then, in his baby voice (he was maybe around three) he clearly said "Other knee paw-paw." So I swapped him to my other knee, he grabbed the joystick, and I never played that game again until they finally bought their house to move out. Oh, I loaded the game and helped with the controls, but he steered, he shot with the joystick trigger (and became a darned good shot), and he made cute little comments entirely appropriate to the moment.
So there is a fond spot in my heart for Mech Warrior 2.