I remember clearly myself seating in the backseat of my mom's car, i must have been five-ish, waiting in front of the airport for my dad to comeback from a trip to the USA. I was elated in impatience because my little heart knew that my dad was coming back home with a suitcase full of presents for all the family, my brain couldn't imagine what wonderful things my dad had in his suitcase for me, I mean growing in a third world country in the 90's and getting to see a toy section of a JCPeeney magazine made me feel that i could be the coolest kid in my class for the entire school year.
After my dad came out of the airport and we went home he started taking all his clothes and a few boxes out his suitcase, as I expected one of them was for me.
it was a small box with a name in big letters, it said GAME BOY COLOR, my heart was freaking out of the excitement, but i almost felt like the king of the world when i checked under other small boxes of presents i got this box with the name "Pokemon" and a Pikachu in the front cover, that was the moment that would change my childhood, even though it might sound silly getting nostalgic and sad about thinks of my childhood I still remember playing Pokemon and the entire year it took my 5 year old self to finish the game, I remember when I walked through the champion's room after beating him, to the Hall of Fame. I remember when the wonderful miracle of Internet got to my house i found the way to get Mew.
When i think about it, it seems it was yesterday and that all the sudden everything changed and all the things that used to make me happy disappeared, or I was just.... growing up, I forgot about how much simple life is when you are happy with the smallest things, when everyday is an adventure.
It was just a few days ago when I found my old green game boy color with a Pokemon cartridge stuck in the back of it... as I looked at it everything i thought I forgot about my childhood came back as an arrow covered in nostalgia hitting me in the chest, I looked around my house for batteries, incredibly excited to play and remember old times with my old game boy, and as I put the batteries in and turn the power switch on I realized that there was no game saved, I realized that not to long ago I heard that old game boy color games will die if you bought them around the 90's because the battery only has 15 years of life....I just turned 21 and I was just a little bit too late to play for the last time with my old memories in that game, I was too late.
even though it was heart breaking for me it made me feel that it was a sign for me to stop for a second playing the game of the "Grown up" and to start remembering how easy really is to be truly happy and how simple life can be if we let it be.
I miss my old friends, I miss my childhood, but as far as life can go, I intend to live it with the joy of a five year old with a new toy.
