tfw Y was your first proper jump into the series thanks to Satanic Panic parents.
I've been thinking off-and-on about what the parents' perspective must've been like during the Pokémon craze and all that money they spent for their kids lol. Looking back on it, it seemed like so many adults were just
confused about the whole thing, the only ones who seemed to have fully understood its appeal were the game and comic book stores because, well, nerds. My parents saw it as a fad, but it made us kids happy and we were interacting with others instead of just playing with each other and I was making friends at at school, so they shrugged it off and would buy a pack of cards every couple weeks or something like that--we'd actually get Pokéemon cards in our stockings every Christmas for years even after popularity waned. It still took about a year before we were able to get the games, though, Yellow made my eighth birthday really special. That Christmas also was special because Dad had gotten Mom the 2.B.A. Master cassette tape and
knew that if they played it, we'd hog the tape, and it turned out to have been the only thing besides food that could pull me away from
Pokémon Puzzle League. I still have the entire album memorized.
I
did find it to be weird that Mom was interested in it because she has never liked anime, and never cared about our cartoons. She found Sailor Moon to be creepy, and yet Pokémon was a-okay because it was a cute show that had an interesting world with magical creatures and a sense of adventure (yet she never stayed to watch Digimon with us

). So she was able to watch most of the first series with us kids though I think it really picked up for her with the Hypno episode because of Psyduck, and to this day she
still adores Psyduck as her favorite Pokémon.
She stopped caring for it by the time Ash was hitting Johto because she realized it wasn't
just a fad like she originally believed, it was gonna be a whole
series, and she had better things to do lol. But she never hated Pokémon, never got suckered into the Satanic angle of it
despite us being religious (we like Harry Potter and she and Dad grew up having played D&D, so I don't think Mom ever believed the hype), but she
did hope that us kids would outgrow it eventually. Maybe. One day. If ever.
Okay, reminiscing over. What were other kids' experiences like back then?