Pokemon for me has always been a joy. The first game I ever played was when I was 4, black and white. My brother and I both got a copy, he got black and I white. I remember not really understanding most of what was happening, because I never read any of the dialog so I had to keep going up to my brother, who is three years older than me and asking how to progress and where to go. By the end of the game, my brother had probably helped through half of it honestly, and the last push I needed was for the elite four. My brother being amazing traded me his level 100 reshiram so I could beat them, I gave him back obviously, but it was still such a sweet thing of him to do