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In 98 I was in my early teens, and I got Banjo-Kazooie I was so happy, I jumped up and down, told my parents that this was exactly the game I wanted. I was thrilled. They were thrilled that I was. Life was good.
Unbeknownst to them, 2 weeks earlier I had carefully opened the gift, and had been playing the game over Christmas break. What I opened that night was an empty box, as the game sat inside the N64, where I was halfway to the end. Everyone won that Christmas. I won by playing sooner, and they won with my momentary fake enthusiasm (which was real, I really was thrilled to get the game).
Something something, life was never that good again, and I can only hope to give half that feeling to my kids now.
Thanks for sharing! That is adorable. Did you ever tell your parents the truth?
Eventually yes, many years later.