2022 Issue 5 Sept/Oct Focus - Mid-South magazine
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community<br />
How Pokémon<br />
Became<br />
My Safe Place<br />
by Moth Moth Moth<br />
My version of counting<br />
sheep is building Pokémon<br />
teams in my mind until I<br />
drift off. Ever since I was<br />
younger it’s been the most<br />
peaceful way for me to<br />
relax. I know the first 251<br />
pokes front to back. From<br />
Bulbasuar to Celebi. This<br />
franchise has been a part<br />
of my life forever.<br />
The simple Game Boy<br />
cartridges from the ’90s<br />
era of Pokémon seem like<br />
fantastical items when<br />
compared to the digital<br />
downloads of my current<br />
game library.<br />
I believe that our<br />
relationships with pieces of<br />
media are a precious part<br />
of the human experience.<br />
Our ancestors collected<br />
pretty rocks in a cave<br />
for no other reason than<br />
comfort and imagination.<br />
My mother is the one<br />
who supplied me with the<br />
two most important games<br />
of my life.<br />
During Christmas when I<br />
was 5, I received a classic<br />
purple Game Boy Color and<br />
my copy of Pokémon Blue.<br />
The square cartridge felt<br />
like a sacred and breakable<br />
object in my clumsy baby<br />
hands. When I realized it<br />
was a very reading-heavy<br />
game I did not let it perturb<br />
me for quickly inside the<br />
space of that cartridge I<br />
found a sense of home.<br />
Even now I can close my<br />
eyes and run through all<br />
the parts of the game in<br />
my head. A world made of<br />
colorful pixels and chiptune<br />
music. My first starter<br />
was Bulbasaur I believe,<br />
though I quickly restarted<br />
to try out Charmander or<br />
Squirtle. The first Pokémon<br />
I caught myself, having my<br />
mother read the sentences<br />
on the screen to help me<br />
understand, was a Nindoran.<br />
I was a lonesome kid.<br />
Back then we didn’t realize<br />
that I was disabled. I got<br />
labeled odd or a loner a lot.<br />
Sometimes kids and other<br />
parents would use the “r”<br />
word to refer to me and my<br />
interests. I hated every day<br />
of school and found my<br />
peers to be overwhelming<br />
and cruel. Adults seemed<br />
to never stop rolling their<br />
eyes at me.<br />
photo by Jackson McMinn<br />
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