It was a calm afternoon. Being a game nerds, I spent most of my after school time gaming. I don't have many games, but for each one that I have, I played it well. Final Fantasy VII would be the best of it. In total I have finished it thirteen times, trying to find if there's anything that I miss in the gameplay. I played with various style, sometimes a perfectionist, sometimes a casual gamer where I care nothing but the story and the vibe.
All of my games were finished, but one: Chrono Cross. I remember saving the checkpoint before a big boss that afternoon, when my Dad comes and ask me to sleep. I was annoyed. I know he likes to play Gran Turismo (which I don't like very much), and I figured that he wants to play it in the afternoon. And so I went to bed.
Unknown to me, that would be the last time I see my Playstation. It was gone when I woke up. My Dad sold it.
That is probably the most vivid memory that I have to begin with, the dawn of an age where I become kids as how kids should be.