At only 10 year old I was intrusted to get a pokemon from Proffessor Oak. After meeting my rival GAAAAAAAAY I walked into the lab to get a starter pokemon. At first he wanted a Bulbasaur, then he tried taking Squirtle, then tried taking Charmander. The proffesor felt sorry for me and gave me a pokemon out of pity, that's how I got Pikachu.
In my 1st battle against a wild pokemon Pikachu refused to listen to me until the last moment with a thundershock and a pokeball I caught a pokemon for the first time. It called for fellow Spearow, if not for a stray bolt of lighting I would've never escaped. I was on the road to Veridian city. Nothing would stop me and Pikachu.