In recent years, my happiest memory was first seeing the teaser trailer for Skyrim, back in 2010. I'm a huge Elder Scrolls fan, I'd been waiting for TESV for ages, and the stirring music mixed with the beardy lore read out by Max von Sydow was pitch perfect. However, it wasn't my happiest gaming memory of all. That, like most of my fellow GR editors, resides in my childhood.
It was Christmas day, and an excitable 11 year-old version of me - who had been nagging his parents for months about getting a MegaDrive with Sonic the Hedgehog - was staring at a MegaDrive-shaped box, covering in wrapping paper. I tore it open, and yes, there was the Sonic-branded MegaDrive box, full of wonderful console. I opened the box, removed the machine, flipped out the game box and… oh, this is Altered Beast. Disappointment washed over me. Altered Beast? Really. Throughout Christmas Day and Boxing Day, I tried to enjoy "wiiising from my gwaaave", but it was no good. It wasn't Sonic. So, on 27 December, when the shops opened again, my parents took me to swap The Beast for The Hedgehog. I took it home and played for hours, days, months - it was every bit as great as I'd hoped, and well worth the wait.