Well, when i was 4, my dad bought a trusty XBox. you know, the first, ruggedy, blocky one from 2001.

We had tons and tons and tons of fun playing all kinds of games together - until he died, when i was just 6.

I couldn't touch that console for 10 years.

But once I did, I noticed something.

We used to play a racing game, Rally Sports Challenge. actually pretty awesome for the time it came.

And once I started meddling around... I found a GHOST.

Literally.

You know, when a time race happens, then the fastest lap so far gets recorded as a ghost driver? Yep, you guessed it - his ghost still rolls around the track today.

And so I played and played, and played, until I was almost able to beat the ghost. until one day I got ahead of it, I surpassed it, and...

I stopped right in front of the finish line, just to ensure I wouldn't delete it. Bliss.