People's Old Saves Kinda Make Me Sad

If you grew up playing a cartridge-based game, or playing on a console that used physical memory cards, or even had the saves ON the console itself, you'll probably know what I'm talking about here. Let me set a scene for you in a 2nd person POV. You want to get Nintendogs on your DS. You go to a retro game store and find a cartridge like the one you had as a kid, "Labrador and Friends" (you got it because you were obsessed with Corgis as a kid). You take it home, pop it in the cartridge slot, and turn it on. You're greeted by dogs you didn't buy, with names you didn't write. You check the trainer info, "Mollie" is the name on it. It has little hints that tell you this was a cartridge owned by a little girl. It makes you weirdly connected to whoever this person is or was. Have you passed "Mollie" on the street? Did she cut you off in traffic? You wonder what she was like and who she is now. Do you think they grew up to be a good person? It kinda makes me sad in a way. Here you are…