sleepyweepers

I was that weird little girl on the playground that had only one or two equally as odd friends. I picked my nose- ate it quite visibly, jumped up on desks barking in the middle of class, got sent to the principles office in kindergarten for carving a tyrannosaurus rex eating a person on the door with a paperclip, jump tackled a girl in second grade and bit her until she bled for making fun of one of my closest friends, ran around my house as a dragon denying the fact that I was my mother's beautiful little girl- and only stopping for one thing and one thing alone. Pokemon.

Summer was endless when we were little loser children sitting in our houses and playing tag with invisible friends outside our homes. When I wasn't running around like a live wire fighting dinosaurs and making up worlds, I was on my game boy with locked fascination for the intangible creatures I made my best friends in the world. My cards became my most sacred treasures, tacky rip off toys from flea markets, legitimate toys from the store at the street corner four blocks away and the red and blue game cartridges were everything I ever needed to survive in my little child brain.

As I grew I realized I was rather different than others. They were off slapping make up on, reading the latest issues of Seventeen and you know- growing up stuff. The boys didn't care for make believe anymore and neither did the girls. Then there was me at thirteen years old running up and down the streets of our new house repeating the word 'Mawile' with my hair in a ponytail. I never really did grow up in society's definition of normalcy. Of course I never really considered myself unique in the long scheme- I wished I knew more people that had been like me in that time of my life. I had survived a destructive amount of sad and terrible things from my childhood that I did not care to remember. Pokemon was always there for me. Games, cards, drawings, roleplays and most of all- the lessons I learned from the show. I learned a great deal of hope and how to deal with bad things. I learned that sometimes trust would break but things would get better some day.

Ah I'm rambling like an old fart. Pokemon did a lot for me. It was my childhood and continues to be one of the strongest things burning bright inside my very heart. Perhaps that sounds dramatic or geeky, but to someone that only had that for parts of her life she would rather forget- oh Pokemon meant a great deal.