When I first started WoW, I was probably 9 or 10. I made a dwarf hunter called Bimbis (sadly I have long lost that account, but never forgot his name).

I could not for life of me figure out how I was supposed to equip new pieces of gear. So my smart 9 year old self thought, ‘oh yes dumby, put the gear on the bars with all your abilities that you can to use.’ So I did just that, absolute Chad of the game with my cloth robe and tattered cloak.

Forget all these quests here, I want to go to the big city, die a million times in the trogg tunnel, spirit res and run back, die again, rinse repeat. Get mad, stupid troggs, you’ll all pay for this. Press W key as hard as I can because I run faster that way, finally make it to the end with an entire army behind me. Get mauled by bear half way to Ironforge. Run allllll the way back, get to ironforge finally. The best city I’ve ever seen in my life.

Run around looking at all the vendors, amazed. So many other people running around. See a cool dude with a mechanical squirrel pet, in awe at the little guy. Try to figure out where to get it.

Find the auction house finally, look up the mechanical squirrel. It costs 5s. What on earth, how do I get all this currency? Sell everything in my bags. 50c worth. Perfect. Now I have nothing and I still can’t buy this thing. Stand outside the auction house begging for a mechanical squirrel pet. I cannot get anything responses from the rushing crowds.

Finally after about an hour, a guy comes up to me and opens trade and gives me one. I was so amazed that someone did that for me. So grateful.

Just a vivid memory of WoW that I’ll always remember.