Back when I was like, in single digits, my mom had got me Blue version for Christmas, which I loved to death. A couple of years later, she got me a Gameboy Color that was supposed to be red but it was like, "cherry red" (dark pink basically), and she had my old original Gameboy and got herself a copy of Red.

When she played it, she would keep a record of every single pokemon, item, TM and HM that she found in a little notebook (pic related), with her party, items on her, boxed items, and boxed pokemon, with each page being a storage box for her extras, all with the levels written next to them in tiny handwriting, which she would painstakingly change every time something levelled up, or she used an item.

I'd ask her if she had something to trade, like a Scyther or something, she wouldn't just open the game, but she would get her little book and check each page before being like "Yeah, it's in box three at level 23".

I used to think she was both amazing and crazy in equal measure, but now looking back it's one of the fondest memories I have of her, playing something she would normally have no interest in so we would have something in common.

Love you, mum.