My mother suddenly died and I had to move across country with my aunt. They never bothered getting my stuff since the move was so sudden and we had to rush through so many legal hoops, that me getting my games, dolls, toys, cards, and badges didnt seem important to them.This was before Facebook/Myspace, so when I just vanished, all my friends and the people in my TCG League just forgot about me once I disappeared.
The new place I moved was filled with a bunch of angsty teenagers going through the beginning parts of Goth/Emo/Thug phase and would pick on me for liking Pokemon and try to beat me up. I fought back, but they still hated me.
Became an adult, got a career, and now people roll their eyes when they see me playing Pokemon. The games are the only thing I have
