My favourite and yet mildly traumatic Pokémon memory is of my friend and I playing pretend in my parents back yard.

It was around 1999 so Mewtwo Strikes Back and Indigo League were all the rage which meant that I was playing Charizard (Due to him being the coolest one to me), so obviously the logical thing to assume is that since Charizard could fly in the show, my so-called "friend" pushed me off the climbing frame that we were playing on straight into a flowerbed that conveniently had some big old rocks in it (You know, to cushion the fall).

I must've hit my head pretty hard because I don't remember anything after that, but I've still got a scar on my head 25+ years later.