I remember how proud I was surviving that first night in Minecraft. The "newness" of it all and trying to find food, wood, wool to make a bed. I remember when I finally got sheers to pluck wool from sheep, I was thinking I was king.
When I converted my dirt hut into a wood hut, I was so happy. Hiding in my house, hearing the hisses and moans outside made me think I was so lucky to be inside. Watching as the moon went down and the sun went up.
The first few Creeper explosions around my home bugged me so much, I patched them with dirt.
Fishing. When I finally got to fish, I though I had endless supplies of food until I made my first garden with a fence... OH fences. I fenced off areas around my house and kept the monster outside of them. I got my armor and livestock, and made my house a home. I felt truly accomplished. No game has ever made me have a sense of pride and property quite like Minecraft. I would place it as one of my favorite games of all time that moved me.
When I finally played multiplayer for the first time, and had friends, mind was blown.
Such an amazing game. Games that provide feelings like that only come maybe once or twice in a lifetime. I would love to go back and play the game as if it were my first time again. Start fresh and have the same excitement as I built up.