Literature
Birthdays
Memory is a fickle thing.
As far as Red's mind is concerned, he did not exist before age three.
Recollections of age four are fuzzy, like an impenetrable haze. He could distinctly remember the bright flame on a red candle, a large hand patting his head and crumbs on the sofa. Nothing specific.
Perhaps his first, clear memories is when he was age five, old enough to want his own Pokemon except he received a cap instead. Nevertheless, he had happily walked out of the Safari Zone hand-in-hand with mom and dad, tummy full from mom's delicious hand-made sandwiches, eyes brimming with excitement when dad promises a Poliwag on his next birthday i
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