Let's talk about something that we all have in common!
1. How did you get into Pokémon?
2. Elaborate. (Or, "Why are you still into Pokémon?")
1. How did you get into Pokémon?
2. Elaborate. (Or, "Why are you still into Pokémon?")
I've been "into Pokémon" since I was a very young child, but the situation has always been a bit complicated for me.
Pokémon was a big deal at the school I grew up in, and so I was using Pokémon to connect with people before I even knew much about it. The concept completely seized me, and I never had enough Pokémon in my life. I couldn't play the games, because I didn't have a DS. I couldn't watch the anime, because we didn't have cable. I wanted both of these things for years, but I made do by playing pretend and eventually buying Pokémon cards. I also got a glimpse of the anime through my grandparent's television, and eventually through some DVD's of ~12 episodes that I got for a birthday. Any time that I wanted to relax at home but had reached my video game quota, I would lie on my stomach and analyze each card and each page of my Pokémon card binder. In a sense, though, I always felt like I was still trying to get into Pokémon.
Sometime before 2010, my mother caught wind of the "Satanic Panic" that had been targeting Pokémon during the early 2000s. She did some research via some very credible internet articles and began to voice concerns about Pokémon being related to demonology. I was about 9 and we're Christian, so, while I disagreed, I was too young to have the credibility or experience to refute her. One day she called me into her room, sat me down on the bed, and had a talk with me about the spiritual danger of Pokémon. I sat quietly, listened, and conceded. She told me that we were going to end it cold turkey and get rid of my Pokémon cards. I suggested selling them, but she didn't want for them to lead others astray, so she pulled out a shredder. I helped her to shred them.
What reawakened my old interest was Pokémon Go, really. Before I even understood it, everybody and their mother was playing Go. I would have loved to have seen that as a kid, or even now. I was late to the bus, but eventually I was able to rediscover my interest in Pokémon.
I've kept up with Pokémon because I've enjoyed doing so as much as I could have reasonably hoped to. I started with a copy of Heart Gold for my old DS that I had been gifted shortly after the Pokémon ban. I felt ecstatic the first day that I played it. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and played it during longs flights and evening nights on a vacation with my mother. I have good memories with her on that trip, and Pokémon isn't the only reason why. I don't blame my mother for things; she was simply misinformed and has always had strong priorities. Now, Pokémon brings me back to simple times.
Pokémon was a big deal at the school I grew up in, and so I was using Pokémon to connect with people before I even knew much about it. The concept completely seized me, and I never had enough Pokémon in my life. I couldn't play the games, because I didn't have a DS. I couldn't watch the anime, because we didn't have cable. I wanted both of these things for years, but I made do by playing pretend and eventually buying Pokémon cards. I also got a glimpse of the anime through my grandparent's television, and eventually through some DVD's of ~12 episodes that I got for a birthday. Any time that I wanted to relax at home but had reached my video game quota, I would lie on my stomach and analyze each card and each page of my Pokémon card binder. In a sense, though, I always felt like I was still trying to get into Pokémon.
Sometime before 2010, my mother caught wind of the "Satanic Panic" that had been targeting Pokémon during the early 2000s. She did some research via some very credible internet articles and began to voice concerns about Pokémon being related to demonology. I was about 9 and we're Christian, so, while I disagreed, I was too young to have the credibility or experience to refute her. One day she called me into her room, sat me down on the bed, and had a talk with me about the spiritual danger of Pokémon. I sat quietly, listened, and conceded. She told me that we were going to end it cold turkey and get rid of my Pokémon cards. I suggested selling them, but she didn't want for them to lead others astray, so she pulled out a shredder. I helped her to shred them.
What reawakened my old interest was Pokémon Go, really. Before I even understood it, everybody and their mother was playing Go. I would have loved to have seen that as a kid, or even now. I was late to the bus, but eventually I was able to rediscover my interest in Pokémon.
I've kept up with Pokémon because I've enjoyed doing so as much as I could have reasonably hoped to. I started with a copy of Heart Gold for my old DS that I had been gifted shortly after the Pokémon ban. I felt ecstatic the first day that I played it. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and played it during longs flights and evening nights on a vacation with my mother. I have good memories with her on that trip, and Pokémon isn't the only reason why. I don't blame my mother for things; she was simply misinformed and has always had strong priorities. Now, Pokémon brings me back to simple times.
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