Let's start simple, my first Pokemon game was when I was 5 or 6, I usually spent time alone, and with my Mom working, I roamed around the house pretending there's lava flooding. My childhood is blurry, all that remains is that one game, I was on my "bored" phase until I found that gem in my uncles closet, even an archeologist would envy me, an, Emerald, I rushed out of the forbidden zone, I was smart enough and got my game boy, put in the cartridge, 1, 2, my escape to a prefect world has begun. Finding all the hidden items beating the Elite four, and as a bonus, my ultimate Mother Figure, Gardevoir! Such beauty, and dreams where she would lay me on her lap, but she didn't have the thing through her chest in that one...then came 4th Grade, miserable, bullied and tagged as a, "special child". I was diagnosed with ADHD at 9, I traveled with my Dad alot, air force circumstances, so I was emotionally unstable for quite some time, I'll never know it feels like, "Childhood Friend". I refused to take the unnecessary "Medication", that's until the "Psychologist" threatened to take away my dear Stones and Artifacts, Emerald, Platnium, Gold, Soul Silver, I snapped, for a month, I was not "Angel", I was, "Normal". My longing for a perfect friend was growing, I felt as if they all wanted for me to be a, "good kid". Being bullied for 3 years, at least my "bubble" didn't pop, suicide for me meant not being with Mama/Gardevoir, I stopped with the meds the first month, I had to hide my "Gems". Ahh, Black&White, that's where Dad came, Emboar, I always imagined how delightful it would be to sit at a peak with him and watch Driftblimps, my imagination bought me sanity, 13. My first years of being a Teenager wasn't all that bad. Sure, there were annoying kids, I finally felt like I wasn't a, "hard case". I had no emotional problems, but what do you expect from an 67 year old telling you, "You're acting like a baby, you NEED this, it's only gonna get worse, I'm going to sign you for a councilor.", tell me 5 years, is that all it takes to kill me inside like that? I'm a patient, not an "abomination" to my mental astigmatic flow in collaboration to bull crap. I broke free from counciling, I felt, well I'm just being a hypocrite saying this but, I felt "normal". Made some friends, I'm doing pretty good now, I even got a phone to socialize with, and other Pokemon Dreamers. Now all I have to wait for is 14...