My mother played my gamecube so much she bought one for herself after I took it back. She was addicted to Super Mario Sunshine, but she'd get to some point in the game, hit a wall, then ERASE HER SAVE, and then just start back from the beginning like it was no big thing. It was shocking to me at first, but I got over it when she'd do the same for Little Big Planet and Rayman Legends on PS3 later.
Completion and moving on to the next thing were never really big for her, so she'd at least get the best bang-for-the-buck that you could expect. Although generally, she'd buy her console and borrow games off me.
My mother has been a gamer as long as I remember. I grew up in a house with both a Commodore 64 and several Amiga PCs. She was also very active in the local computer club, so we always had a supply of games of suspicious origin.
She beat Link to the Past and Sonic 1 & 2 before I could ever wrap my head around those games. Funny how going back to them these days both feels comforting and is something of a measuring stick for my own personal growth.
We also had an Atari 2600 that I never saw her play, and we briefly had a ColecoVision in the house, at least long enough to lose a controller in a dresser drawer and fascinate me for years.
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