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In the before times, in the long long ago, this was the focus of my childish desires. There was nothing that could possibly be cooler than the Power Glove. After weeks of fawning over it, a friend from school let me borrow one for a night. It was so far below what I thought it was that, I remember being mad about it. It was infuriating to use.
Heart broken.
End of summer, first weekend after school started back.
I was 15, had been working most of the summer part-time, and saving up for a car the following year.
On and off all summer, though, when not busting my ass or, well, frankly, wasting time with my friend Jez, we would play Chrono Trigger.
We spent months on it, leveling up, goofing around, and playing it. So again, the first weekend after school started back, I didn’t have to work and I wanted to finish the game. It was just before you get to Lavos, and the fucking CR2032 had died. I don’t remember now how many hours Jez and I had put into that cartridge, but poof, gone. I was devastated, well, as much as a 15-year-old can be when a game is erased, more or less.