These are his exact words.

Well, when I was 4, my dad bought a trusty Xbox.

You know, the first, raggedy, blocky one from 2001.

We had tons and tons and tons of fun playing all kinds of games together until he died when I was just 6.

I couldn't touch that console for ten years.

But once I did, I noticed something.

We used to play a racing game, Rally Sports Challenge.

Actually pretty awesome for the time it came.

And once I started meddling around, I found a ghost. Literally.

You know, when a timed race happens, that the fastest lap so far gets recorded as a ghost driver?

Yep, you guessed it. His ghost still rolls around that track today.

So I played and played and played until I was almost able to beat the ghost.

Until one day I got ahead of it, I surpassed it, and...

I stopped right in front of the finish line, just to ensure I wouldn't delete it.

Bliss.