FoxFire Project

The Foxfire Project, begun by Eliot Wigginton and his students in the 1960s, was designed to save from oblivion the local color of a particular Southern region: the dialect, customs, recipes, antiques, manners, clothes, games and rituals of a particular area.

As a class, the students enrolled in Ms. Rojo's AP English Language and Composition class have compiled their own stories for their own version of a “Foxfire E-Magazine” renamed "Leafing".

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Possesed Pikachu

I was in first grade when I was hospitalized to get my appendix removed, my mom and dad bought me a Pikachu plush. Ever since then I liked pikachu, and in the Christmas of that same year I was given my favorite toy/plush, an electronic Pikachu.
I was raised in a home that would watch Disney movies and stuff of that sort so I always thought that imagination and other factors could make things real, not to mention that Toy Story was my favorite movie when little. I used to think that everything kind of had a form of a soul, so I would talk to my pikachu. I could press the buttons inside its hand to make it respond with a "pika" or a joyful "pika-pika!". I would take that pikachu wherever except to school, because I always feared losing him.
One day I was on my bed talking to the pikachu and playing with him, my brothers were on the floor watching Dragon Ball, when my mom calls me from the kitchen. I go and leave my pikachu in the bed, but as soon as I left my brothers opened the bottom of pikachu where there was a switch, and they shifted the button into try-mode. The try mode is the original store function, its supposed to activate when something moves in front of him and he will automatically "speak", it was meant to attract kids as they were walking down store aisles. Well my brothers left the pikachu in try-mode and went back to watching television. I finished the errand my mom told me and came back to my pikachu. As soon as I walked in I asked my Pikachu what he wanted to do, and when I sat down in front of it so the Pikachu responded with a "pika!". For some reason I was terrified of it at that moment. I threw him down the bed and went running outside the room, my brothers were cracking up until shortly after when my mom showed up. At that moment she demanded to know what happened and so my brothers confessed. I remember being so relieved more than anything for some reason.
I still have that Pikachu to this day, up in a closet. In most life experiences there are lessons to be learned but in this experience I didn't learn anything except I can’t trust my brothers.

2 comments:

  1. That is hilarious, and I think I am laughing way more than I should, but it is because I experienced a similar situation. I think this explains my experience though, so thank you.

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  2. This is so funny. I love that your automatic reaction is to think that pikachu was possessed!!! I feel like as a child this would have tormented me lol. Practical jokes from brothers are the worst!

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