I recently bought a first-generation Tamagotchi, and for one blissful week, I relived my youth, living as a single mother juggling work, sleep, and raising my oddball Tarakotchi babe.
Throughout the week, I was flooded with a wave of nostalgic memories – from the lunch lady at my school who hoarded students' Tamagotchi in her apron and kept them alive during class to the sweet, sweet feeling of success when I managed to provide the optimal care for my virtual pet and score the elusive Mametchi.
