I Played Pokemon for so long that I was Reported Missing

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I was recently asked if I would like to submit a gaming memory to Couch Bandits’ gaming memory project, after they read my Why You Should Play Games post.

The idea of the project is to have up to 100 people share their favorite gaming memory.

This is not my favorite gaming memory, but it may be the most interesting one:

 

It was the fall of 2000, and I had just turned 10.

My parents had been separated for a few years at that point, and while I and my sister lived with our mother, we spent every Wednesday and every other weekend at our father’s place.

This was a Wednesday, and like every Wednesday for the past few months, I was waiting for my father to pick me up outside school.

 

To kill time while waiting, I had my trusty GameBoy Color, with my favorite game at that time… Pokemon (the blue version).

For a few years there, I brought it everywhere, and you could barely get me to look up sometimes.

This was one of those times.

 

As I made my way through the Kanto region, earning gym badges and crushing Team Rocket, I barely noticed how dark it was getting out in the real world.

Evenings in Norway get very dark very quickly as the calendar reaches the later months of the year, so I figured we must have just reached that point already.

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So it came as quite the surprise when my father drove up to me, looking mad and worried, told me to get in the car, and informed me that my mother had called the police and reported me missing.

Turns out, I had forgotten that we were invited to a dinner at a friend of my mom’s that evening, and so my father would be picking us up on the Thursday instead.

 

When I never got home my mother got worried that something had happened to me.

She first contacted my father, who started driving around the entire city to find me.

Then she contacted the police.

 

I had been having so much fun playing Pokemon that I had not noticed that several hours had passed by!

 

My First Trip to Paris

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In 1995, when I was five years old, I traveled to Paris with my mother, father and baby sister.

We were going there to participate in a family member’s wedding, but I barely remember anything about that event.

 

But I do remember some other minor stuff, like experiencing cola in a can for the first time, and probably having way to much, getting rather hyper in the process.

And while I don’t actually remember it, I found a picture of me experiencing a moving walkway for the first time, and absolutely loving it!

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I recall that Paris is where I got my panda teddy-bear, which I promptly named Pandabear.

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There were a lot of panda souvenirs in Paris at the time, probably modeled after Paris’ then resident panda Yen Yen.

Pandabear and Lars The Doll were my two favorite toys when I was really young, and I still have them to this day, although I’m not sure in which moving-box.

 

I also remember going to Disneyland Paris.

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What I remember most is how the rocket on the outside of Space Mountain towered over the park.

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I can’t remember if I was too young or too scared to go on it, but I did not, which I regret now.

I do remember going in the ‘Beauty and The Beast’ teacups, and getting motion-sickness.

 

I remember that my father tried to get me to go with him to the top of the Eiffel Tower, but I only dared going to the middle part.

For some reason I started dropping coins down to the ground, but I was soon stopped, and told that if they hit anyone they would get severely hurt.

I have later learned that this is thankfully not very accurate.

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But I do find it interesting that I was afraid to go to the top of the tower even back then.

Makes we wonder if I was just born with a fear of heights, or if something happened to trigger it even earlier than this.

 

Pots & Pans & Portents

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In 1991, just before I turned one year old, my favorite activity was to repeatedly empty the pots and pans cabinet out on the floor.

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I would have to crawl into the back of it to be able to reach all the pans, then drag them out on the floor.

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I am currently working as a chef, and this is where it all began.