My SNES controller still bears the scars of when I smacked it into my grandparents’ brick fireplace when I was 12. And I learned the importance of controlling my emotions as a result of the time I got mad at Panzer Dragoon Saga and ripped the disc out of my Saturn–scratching it EXACTLY where I was stuck in the game (like, it ran fine until that particular boss battle began, then it glitched out). I was able to fix the disc years later with a Disc Doctor (and still have the game), but given how rare and valuable that game is these days I still feel the pang of regret for having such a short temper. But the silver lining to that is that it all began a process of learning to properly handle my emotions AND gives me a good cautionary tale to tell my kids when they start getting mad at games and I tell them to take a break.
My SNES controller still bears the scars of when I smacked it into my grandparents’ brick fireplace when I was 12. And I learned the importance of controlling my emotions as a result of the time I got mad at Panzer Dragoon Saga and ripped the disc out of my Saturn–scratching it EXACTLY where I was stuck in the game (like, it ran fine until that particular boss battle began, then it glitched out). I was able to fix the disc years later with a Disc Doctor (and still have the game), but given how rare and valuable that game is these days I still feel the pang of regret for having such a short temper. But the silver lining to that is that it all began a process of learning to properly handle my emotions AND gives me a good cautionary tale to tell my kids when they start getting mad at games and I tell them to take a break.