You see, I have a confession that might disgrace me as a gamer. It is a sad truth that was a result of the near-A.D.D. mind of my youth that caused me to be where I am. Though I played a good number of iconic games, I can't remember a single one I ever completely finished, and of the ones that I did see the relief-inspiring credits screen for, I can't remember ever getting that far without the help of a cheat code of some sort, typically level jumps or powerups. Even for other iconic games, like Mario 64 and Starfox 64, it was the collaborative effort of my brother and I that finally got us to the credits screen and subsequently the end of the game. Even with the racing games, I never played every car on every difficulty and thus never really fully completed the games.
Though I know that it does not make much of a difference, it still bothers me that I have been resting on the laurels of gamedom without ever really having seen the end - like a coach for a team who never saw a championship him- or herself but coached others to victory. Perhaps at some point in my life I'll finish all the games that I have in my collection, and then be able to taut myself as a true gamer. Until then, all I can do is continue gaming in private shame, knowing that I got where I am as a gaming sham.