i started playing pokemon with pokemon gold, it was a Christmas gift, since my parents would buy me videogames only on special occasions like Christmas; few months later I received blue as a gift from a friend of my sister. I was in my first year of primary school when the anime came out, and I remember at that time pokemon was a big thing, I remember trading the stickers card with my schoolmates and teacher. The anime had such a comfy vibe, everything was so new and unexpected and there were a lot of metropolitan legends going around about the legendaries, 4th evos for the starters, secret paths on the games and so on. I always played at least a game of every generation, and pokemon games has always been a special thing for me, like a magic dimension. I remember playing them in my darkest times, when all my lfe was falling apart. Now its one of those times: my father has parkinson and senile dementia and he's only sixty; the volunteer association where I went for the last three years and thanks to which I made new friends and got over a terrible breakup three years ago, has turned to shit due to a bunch of stupid and ignorant people taking control of it and I feel depressed again. The pokemon world has always been a magical hideout to me, a world where I can retreat to to find purity, fun, fantasy, creativity, it is now, albeit Im now 23 and some of that sheer sense of magic has faded. Maybe some new designs could be unoriginal or uninspired, maybe I wont like some new mechanic, or ability, or move, maybe that pokemon will never be the type i would like it to be, maybe I wont like some new feature, sure, but Pokemon hold a special place in my heart and it will always do
