Since Kris and I went through all the video games we own recently, I realized that I still have two copies of Pokemon Black for the Nintendo DS. I laughed at seeing the second copy and I decided to write a blog post about it.
Of course, now I’m wondering if I’ve already shared this story. I’m sure I have at one point or another, but maybe it wasn’t through the blog.
I babysit a lot and the first family I ever babysat for had three kids. They were all avid gamers and their middle child was especially into gaming. As much as I love gaming, we often fought because he wasn’t allowed to be playing video games all the time. He had an hour a day and that was it because he was so addicted.
We had a lot of fun playing games together though – from Smash Brothers to Mario Kart and everything in between. Pokemon was another game we played together a lot. We’d trade Pokemon cards and I’d often bring my DS or 3DS so we could battle against each other or simple continue our journeys together.
Fast-forward seven or eight years later and I ducked out. They were a lovely family to work with but I needed to move on and so did they. Their oldest was going to be 17-years-old and their middle child was going into high school. Despite their disabilities, it was time for me to leave so they could have more independence.
It wasn’t until a year or two after I stopped babysitting for them, I realized I had two copies of Pokemon Black. I had assumed one was Kris’s so I gave one to her. But then she checked her bucket of DS games and had one in there. She turned on her game and sure enough, it was her profile. I turned on one of the games I had and it was my profile.
I turned on the third cartridge and guess who’s name was on the profile? Yep, the kid I used to babysit for.
I remember when he lost his game. He spent a while looking for it and I even spent a great deal helping him look for it. These kids lost everything too and their bedrooms were a mess, so I wasn’t surprised when he lost the small DS cartridge. We never found it.
Until I stumbled upon it in my own bucket of handheld games.
I have no idea how it made it home with me. I assume I saw the cartridge on the kitchen table or something and, thinking it was mine, I took it. Or maybe he had put it in my bag or DS thinking it was mine. Whoever thought it was mine though, never thought that maybe I had brought it home with me through those many weeks of us searching high and low for his game.
It’s been three or four years since I’ve stopped babysitting for them. I’ve forgotten about it here and there. I think, at this point, the game is mine. I don’t think I’ll get the chance to give it back to him and honestly, he’s probably long forgotten about it by now.
If I talk to him again in the near future, I’ll try to remember to tell him I have it. But I probably won’t remember I have it until I decide to play that game again or I go through my bucket again.