Choosing to replay a game from your youth usually results in one of two set-menu reactions – either (a) 'how bafflingly crap was I?' or (b) 'how ridiculously skilled did I get'. This latter option usually entails that the title in hand was one tough mother, and yet you--in your lengthy bed-wetting phase--were still able to surmount its challenge. Not only that, but you won with some of the worst scores, and most woeful strategies imaginable. You were an infant specimen, a god-like combo of impulse, skill and sugar-highs.
So what exactly went wrong? Well, for starters, you actually learned to play those games correctly, to grind for higher levels, seek out better loot and merrily grease the wheels of progress. However, where this little challenge is concerned, infant ignorance is bliss. Simply pick up a title, perhaps an RPG, and attempt to rush the game like an impetuous imp. That means no slowing down for saves, no careful progression, and absolutely no grinding. Do you have what it takes to crush Sephiroth with a squad of undernourished saps? Or take first place while crashing into every wall? Then make like the BBC and embrace your inner-child.