Mines pretty simple. See I grew up in the 90s, and I had one dream and one dream only…taking home a piece of the unforgiving AGGROCRAG.
Every weekend I would see a new series of combatants face off in a test of sport, whether it be bungee assisted dunking, a tug of war in a kayak, or some variant of nerf battling, at the end a young man or woman would attempt to climb the Crag, dodging rolling balls of foam or clearing obstacles as they sequentially pressed red buttons.
And if they made it atop? Oh sweet merciful Santa, that sweet sweet sound of the Crag being conquered. The victor would then descend from their newly beaten mountain and proudly hoist over their heads the trophy of their bravery, their very own piece of the aggrocrag.
I am now on my 30s, leaving my childhood in the past. In my old room my parents still proudly display the trophies of my growth, but one is missing. The only one that really matters to me. My own piece of the Crag.
Alas, Nickelodeon studios has closed and the Crag has gone unchallenged for years, so my time is done. But I will always have this piece missing from my heart, never to be filled, only mourned.