From the first grade to the sixth grade, I was a huge fan of Pokemon. I loved the TV show so much. Whenever I went to a Toys R Us, Target, or even a flea market, I would always ask my dad to buy me one pack of Pokemon cards.
During that time, I collected enough cards to fill a 4″ binder, a metal tin, and a suitcase. Hahaha, oh my god, just thinking about it, my poor family! Maybe I wouldn’t need as much financial aid for college if I didn’t throw buckets of their cash into these pieces of paper. And how much was one pack? Like four or five dollars? No, but in all seriousness, I actually don’t regret it. Those cards were my life and they actually made my childhood really special. I wouldn’t trade that for a thing.
When my little four-year-old cousin came over last week, he was telling me that he got his first pack of Pokemon cards! I WAS SO HAPPY. Like, this was a phase I entered back in, oh I don’t know, 2001? And here we are in mid-2013, around TWELVE YEARS LATER, and this kid is into the same TV series that I was so incredibly passionate about years ago.
I pulled out my briefcase of cards and he was speechless. It was pretty funny actually. I went through some of the cards and found that I had a bunch of doubles, triples, and in one case, almost 15 Geodudes, so I gave him a handful of my cards since I had so many multiples.
It was nice seeing how excited he was. It’s sort of brought my childhood back to life a little bit. 🙂