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When I was a kid, my best friend and I would take off into the woods, swamps, and mountains of the area we called home, unsupervised, to look for Pokemon. Those summers we spent exploring, making our own secret bases in bushes and areas walled off by briars, or within the confines of huge pines unseen by anyone else for hours are some of my happiest memories. I remember we even had our own furniture, tires and boxes and other refuse we would find. Sure we worried about snakes and spiders, but they were just another fact of life for us, little dangers on our journey.
I remember once someone broke the sound barrier over our town, and it scared the shit out of us so we hauled ass back home. We thought it was Rayquaza breaking through the worlds for some nefarious purpose. And we would leave notes in the hollows of trees high off the ground, too, asking Mewtwo to come take us to the Pokemon world. It made sense at the time, some kind of kid logic. Once we were walking through town, and the heat-haze lazy days of summer made us convinced that time had slowed down for everyone but us, and that it was Celebi's doing. We walked all over town, checking forested areas (which were never hard to find,) graveyards, and everywhere else to try and find it. It was a fun little adventure. We had many of them like that, impromptu, but full of promise somehow. It was before cell phones and facebook and before the internet had really taken off and looking back, it seems to damn idyllic and simple.
Reading threads like this brings back old memories like that, and they're bittersweet, because I miss feeling like there's more to the world than what we ordinarily see. Somewhere I let the magic die, and now I'm old and cynical. Even replaying the old games can't compare to the magic of that first playthrough of the past, you know?
But comfy threads let me sit back and remember it all, so kudos to you, /vp/. I sometimes forget what it's like to feel. Tonight, I drink to you.
