This post is part of a series about my elementary school experiences. Please click here for the full series.
As a child, I went through a Pokemon phase. I think my Pokemon phase was a lot different than most kids’ Pokemon phases, though. When I lived in Missouri (until age 12), we didn’t have a lot of money. Thus, I didn’t have the luxury of ever owning a Gameboy or anything like that. I literally went from a Super Nintendo (which we got in like 1995 probably) to a Nintendo Wii (2007).
I never played the Pokemon video games. I traded cards at school and liked to collect Pokemon memorabilia. That’s about as far as it went. I thought they were cute and I liked collecting cards.
I also remember they had gold plated Pokemon cards at McDonalds? I’m pretty sure you had to buy these and that they didn’t just come in the Happy Meal. I think I had at least one, but I can’t remember the details.
(Note: My curiosity about this caused me to Google it. The cards came from Burger King, not McDonalds, and can be purchased on eBay to this day!)
Anyway. This particular year, which was probably 1999 or 2000, my parents knew that I was obsessed with Pokemon. I guess I lost interest in Pokemon sometime before Christmas, but my mom didn’t know that.
As I did every year, I woke up on Christmas morning with an intense excitement about opening presents. But this year almost every. single. gift. was Pokemon related. And I just wasn’t that interested anymore. I think my mom was probably excited, thinking I’d love my Pokemon-filled Christmas. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I wasn’t that into it anymore.
My brother got me the card game, but it seemed too difficult and I literally never played it. The one thing I did like was this Pokemon card holding case thing. That was pretty neat.
To this day, I have never told my mother about this. Of course, I don’t know how good of an actress I was when I opened the gifts. She may have known all along.