Pokemon and Peace and quiet

The Transporter

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

The smell and taste of strawberry milkshake and nutella, not in the same glass though. It can only be the weekend. A weekend of sugar filled treats, quiet time, cable TV and Pokemon. Just thinking of those two things takes me back to any one of the many weekends I spent at my grandparents house. I spent a lot of time there, having four siblings is no picnic for anyone. Even less so when you like quiet and one of them seems to have take a vow of destruction and loudness.

I can picture it as if I was just there yesterday. Sitting on the floor, gameboy in hand, my emergency book ready in case I run out of batteries, my trusted and very battered Pokemon guide book with it. Snacks just above me on the table next to me. How wonderful it was to know that no-one is going to come and steal your batteries or to switch your gameboy off as a joke.

There was also another thing I considered writing about, two sensations again, the taste of cheesy Quavers and music, I think the song was The Final Countdown. I don’t know why I remember this, I don’t remember much of any other Christmasses. It was the Christmas I got Driver for the PS1, I spent the entire holiday playing it, just driving around the city of San Fransisco. I remember sitting there, eating crisps, hearing that music, I think the reason I remember it is because it felt like everyone had forgotten I was there. And I liked it, it was one of the few times I felt comfortable in a gathering of people. And the only reason I felt comfortable is because everyone else had forgotten of my existence.

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