I’m a counselor at a summer camp for children of all ages. Today a young girl, about 9 years old, came to camp with her pokemon. You could tell she loved her Pikachu by the way she held it and how she dressed him up. She took Pikachu everywhere. She held onto her Pikachu during all of the activities, and it was cute to see how attached she was to it. The other teachers and counselors tried to coax her into letting them hold onto it, but she didn’t want to part with her pokemon. There was one activity that Pikachu was sure to get messy from, so I went up to her and asked if she would like me to hold her doll for a while. She shook her head no and held Pikachu tighter. Not wanting Pikachu to get ruined, I said, “I can see you’re a good pokemon trainer by the way you raise Pikachu, but it’s ok to play without him for a while. I’ll take good care of Pikachu for you. Wanna know why? I’m actually a pokemon trainer, too!” Needless to say, she happily handed Pikachu over to me after giving him a quick hug. And let me tell you, I held onto that doll for her like my life depended on it.