The time Sucking Void that is Civilization IV or Regrets?

So I decided to play Civilization IV again last week. Anyone who has ever played one of the games in the series would know how much of a time sucking void they can be. You say to yourself, just one more turn and the net thing you know BAM 2 hours have gone by. It is an entertaining 2 hours mind you, but still time unaccounted for in the grand scheme of your life's work. They've announced a Civ 5, which I am apprehensive about, because I do not feel that I exhausted Civ 4... or even Civ 3 for that matter. The only one I truly played to death was Civ 2, which I must have played 100 times through during my peak PC playing years. I've also played the SNES and 360 versions a lot as well.
I was thinking the other day about my old collection of video game magazines. I had 5 years of Nintendo Power covering the SNES life cycle, old EGM, Gamepro, Gamefan, PC Gamer, Game Players, etc all from a period of 1990 - 1996/98 or so. These used to be my main source of news and reading material (apart from Fantasy novels) during my youth and I probably read each one 10 times over, dreaming of what I could play/own/rent/unlock. I can remember many a day spent idly by reading these magazines and I truly cherished them. A couple of years ago, like 5 maybe... I can't exactly remember when, it may have even been when I started this blog, but anyway. A couple of years ago, I decided that I had too much stuff and cleared out a huge amount of it on Ebay, to friends, etc. My magazine collection was one of these things. It scattered across the globe going as far as Hawaii. My thought at the time was that it was taking up space and how much would I really use them anyway? Well I can honestly say that since I got rid of them, there have been a few times here and there where I felt the twang of nostalgia and wanted to read them again. Not every day mind you, but now and then. I get to thinking of my youth, the time spent on games then, the history that is essentially lost to time and I kind of wish I could read through some articles on games I remember. I know that this is just a symptom of the lost essence of youth that we all must feel as we grow older, but still. I HAD that and got rid of it. The counter to all of this is that it would have been a massive pain in the ass to move all of those issues 3 times as I have changed addresses over the years and that the people I sold them/gave them to are probably enjoying them as much as I would be. Giving someone else happiness is equal to... nay, greater than giving it to yourself. Yes I could have shelves and shelves of old game magazines in my house right now, but perhaps it's for the best that I don't. It's part of growing up that you cast off the shackles of your youth and accept new challenges, etc. Then again, Nintendo Power! I guess kids today have it easy, all the news and hints and tricks for games are online at the click of a button. I had to wait for a new issue each month and spend hard earned allowance just for a few tiny screenshots and semi-biased reviews. I guess when games cost nearly 100$ you needed all the background info you could get before spending all that money. I still remember reading about certain games, calling Pick A Flick weekly until they came out, saving up allowance, begging and pleading for money, searching couch cushions, through my brothers stuff for any change that I could find, all in the hopes that I could get a new SNES game. Some of the ways I came up with the money were pretty impressive! I guess it built character to have to work for something, rather than have my parents just give it to me. I will try to impart that on my future son as well.
Speaking of future son, the time is nearly here that he'll make his appearance. Right now he looks like the poster for 2001: A Space Odyssey, at least the ultrasound did. I'm sure he'll be more human later.
Back to my original story.... Which was a long story that I will make short here now. Yes I sometimes regret giving away all my awesome old video game magazines, but in the end no one died and I probably did the right thing. Sure I can't walk over to a bookshelf and relive my past days of yore, but I probably shouldn't be anyway. I should be making NEW days of yore... you know what I mean. If only there was an online archive of these old issues to look over, then I'd be all set.