Growing up, Pokémon wasn't just a game. It was also a way of life.
I didn't have a Game Boy in time for Red, Blue, or even Yellow, but that didn't stop me from succumbing to Pokémania like every other kid in the '90s. Our poor parents! When my friends and I weren't carefully consulting a classmate's laminated poster with a list of "all 150 Pokémon" at recess, we were at home watching the television show, swapping cards, trading tall tales, or, yes, taking turns playing the few copies of the games we had between us.
Those fond memories are mostly a blur now, but I'll always treasure them.