In 5th grade, I had a friend named Keeran who was a cool guy but got bullied unfairly. His home life wasn't great. Anyways, we would do sleepovers at my house, we became great friends. At the end of the year, he moved away, and never heard from him again. I'm now a sophomore in college.
I'm bored so I found my old copy of Sun - my dad bought me on release, thanks :) -and I'm going through all my mons. It's bittersweet to do so because in my 3ds games, I switched most of my pokemon to bank and ofc 99% are now destroyed, all my old shinies, most of my playthroughs, living dexes, etc. The only pokemon still in my party was the Mimikyu I named after Keeran, hatched on 12/7/16. He's the only level pokemon I've ever gotten to level 100. His nature is Lonely. That makes me sad, how long have you spent in this box, waiting for me to return? And I wonder the same thing for the real Keeran - where are you? There's no way you're reading this, but I hope you're alright. I love you so much man
Apparently, P-bank got destroyed, I moved old playthroughs into the Sun copy, like my old runs of SS, Platinum, and W2. My first plat team was Infernape, Crobat, Garchomp, Scizor, Porygon-Z, and Milotic. Idk if anyone else on /vp/ likes literature, but I've been brute forcing myself through Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust. One of the main themes of the book is involuntary memory - for example, stumbling into your childhood home, and dozens of memories suddenly flood back.
After not thinking about them for 7 years - in that time, I've went from 12 to 19, my parents divorced, my brother went to college and graduated, I've had my heart broken, friends come and go - the memories came rushing. I remember stealing my brothers DS so I could trade up Scyther and Porygon, and I remember waking up at 6 AM on a summer day in 7th grade and spending my entire day fishing for a feebas tile. They're all insignificant memories, but to me, they mean the world. Thank you Game Freak.
