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Summer of 2000. I was ten. My dad and cunt of a stepmother put me in like a summer day camp. During free time me and a few other kids would bust out our game boy colors and fight over the best shady spot to sit so you could see the screen. I had a translucent purple one with silver version. One kid brought a gameshark and showed me how to use the code to spawn level 255 blisseys and get massive exp. My eyes widened when my cyndaquil went up almost 27 levels. One kid had a link cable but most of use didnt trade and probably didnt know about trade evos or breeding to have extra trade fodder. Kids would bring in pokemon cards too and show off and sometimes trade. Usually trying to rip off the stupider kids. This one kid that had some kind of disease and looked like the evil doctor from nightmare before christmas minus the wheelchair had a freshly pulled holographic steelix from the first neo set. He creeped me out but was a really nice kid, but fuck I wanted to steal his card so much. I always tried to think of a way to do it without him noticing but I never did. My best card was a non holographic dark charizard from team rocket. Then towards the end of camp I got in trouble for staring at one of the girls in the camp. She was wearing a one piece swim suit. And sitting Indian style with a friend. My eyes just wandered... I couldnt help it. And apparently she noticed and got creeped out enough to make a scene and tell the camp counselors. That was towards the end of the summer thankfully but for the last week or so barely anyone talked to me. I felt like a creep. She was my age and turned out to be really hot, and we even went to the same high school eventually but I dont think she ever forgot and I always avoided eye contact if I saw her in the halls.
Howz bout you Opie?
