When I was a wee lad, I found myself to be always fascinated with the epitome of child entertainment and unfortunate disillusionment: Pokémon. I would speak, breathe, live, and play Pokémon day and night. Without an ounce of doubt, I was obsessed with that entire franchise; I owned the books, the videos (when it was the cool thing to own a VHS), the underwear (whether that was cool or not), the shirts, the toys, and even the bed sheets! I remember that I would run around outside, find some rock that was the closest semblance of a Pokéball (an item of momentous necessity in the mission of a Pokémon trainer), and toss it aro