Reminds me of my parents.
They 'accidentally' bought The Matrix on DVD, when DVD players were first coming out, so they had to get one. They told us they accidentally got The Matrix. Then the player was already home.
At the time, I wouldn't have put it past them to screw up that majorly (despite the massive size difference between a DVD and VHS Cassette) rather than trying to 'surprise' my brother, sisters and me, because these are the same parents who consistently called Dunkaroos, the KANGAROO SHAPED COOKIE THAT YOU DUNK, Dunkadoodles. Whatever the fuck those were. Doodles that you fucking dunk? Like, a picture of a sailboat that you scribble out in 5 minutes that you proceed to dunk in icing? Is that what they thought the pinnacle of snacking might be? The name 'Dunkaroos' was self explanatory for Christsakes.
'We got you Dunkadoodles!'
EDIT: Earliest gaming memory is being afraid to jump the very first gap in Super Mario Bros. for the NES, because I felt horrificly responsible whenever Mario would die and was too afraid to attempt the jump. When he died, I would cry and cry and cry.
Moreover, in Mario 64, when Mario would fall off the map, I would get vertigo, or when he would get killed by any other monster, I would feel a pang of regret, but I could not under any circumstances play the water levels, due to the insanely in-depth way that Mario struggled for breath and drowned when you ran out of life. It freaked me out, and set the standard for my inability to adequately play underwater stages where you have a limited oxygen supply in any game thereafter, including Shadows of the Empire and Ninja Gaiden for the Xbox.
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