"In 1990, I was eight years old and on the last stretch of a wonderful game called Treasure Island Dizzy. I had completed all the puzzles, found Blackbeard's secret kitchen and sold his microwave to the shopkeeper (Blackbeard had made Dizzy walk the plank so that seems only fair), and finally got the motorboat running to take me off the island. But that giddy excitement turned to horror. I didn't have all 30 coins; I had 29. What follows is so painful, it's similar to Finding Nemo's opening in terms of emotional anguish. Try not to cry. Before I could find that last coin, my parents sold my ZX Spectrum."