I remember Jak and Daxter.

I was six years old. Christmas of 2001. I had a PS1, but I never really got to play it because of my brother and sister. But the PS2 was mines, at least for that short while. Jax and Daxter was a mystical world with strange people I didn't understand, but at the same time knew so well that it both comforted and scared me. I didn't know what was in the water but I knew that I shouldn't swim in it. I knew that the ogres were evil despite no inclination in doing any harm to them, thus saving my life often. I never finished the game because, yo, I was six years old. I had a hard enough time fighting that one lava boss. But it showed me a world that was new to me, yet a place that I could think of and know that I have been there.

Unfortunately though my years, my memory is not as well as it used to be. Jak and Daxter has not been forgotten, merely a vague memory that haunts me to this day. I cannot say that I had the same attachment as you have Free, but for what it's worth, I know the feeling of anger and sorrow that comes with seeing that source of happiness past slip into the forgotten future.