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Tomorrow is February 27th, Pokemon’s 20th anniversary. The trend as of late seems to be posting about what the series means to you, and as someone who’s been majorly influenced by Pokemon, I figured it would be great subject matter for this blog.
I started playing Pokemon in September 2010 when I was 8 years old. I was immediately roped in by the sheer diversity of allies you could choose to fight on your behalf. At the time, there were only 493 pokemon, as Black and White had yet to be released. I started with Red Version, on my aunt’s old Gameboy. I played the first few minutes and loved it, but the Gameboy had to stay with my grandparents when the time came to leave - I had just gotten a DS though, and I knew I needed more Pokemon in my life.
Enter, Pokemon HeartGold.
Exactly how I came by my copy of this game is a story in and of itself. I was visiting my next-door neighbor one day, and I saw he had a copy of the game. Having just come back from my grandparents, I bargained with him to give it to me. Eventually, after making several Rupees from The Legend Of Zelda out of modeling clay, I won over the cartridge. I started up my first save file with a Totodile. My very first real Pokemon. The way it followed behind me was endlessly endearing, and I remember that being a huge part of my adventure - to get to watch the tiny Pokemon that you raised from level 5 eventually follow you around as a Feraligatr filled me with a strange sort of pride. Eventually, I bought a used version of Pokemon Platinum, but the save file had already been opened, and it was hacked. This fascinated me as well, and I spent a good part of 2 months breaking the game open and seeing all it had to offer off the beaten path.
Pokemon was everything. Plushies, games, a way to relate to my peers, and a way to make new friends. Indeed, without it I would definitely not be where I am today. Sadly though, I fell out of the loop. Game breaking is only fun for so long, and before I knew it I was off the bandwagon entirely. But then, in 2012, there was hope. Pokemon Black 2 version once again sparked the dormant passion I had for the games, and then in 2013, coming off of a rough schooling situation that threw my life off course as I knew it, I went to PAX for the first time and found the PAX Pokemon League (PPL). Once I saw the way they played, I knew there was more to the game. I learned about EVs and IVs, opened an account on Pokemon Showdown, an online battling simulator, and dove deeper into the game mechanics. In 2014, I went back to PAX and tried to challenge the PPL. I failed spectacularly, but by the time 2015 rolled around I was ready. I made my way into their hall of fame, and came back a mere 4 months later to play for them! PPL was and continues to be an extension of my family, and I’ve made some incredibly friends there, but I digress.
Pokemon has been my fallback in rough situations since then. I do it to make me feel happy, and it’s helped me meet incredible people. It’s much older than I am, but I like to think that the nature of the series is that anyone can love it, regardless of the amount of time they’ve spent with it. Tomorrow, Pokemon turns 20, and I’m so glad for this series that’s been able to encapsulate, pun intended, my heart for as long as I can remember.