"What do you mean? Is there something about you that we don't know?" Willis wondered. "I mean, you look like a human…"
I laughed. "Yes, I look human, but I am. See, what I mean is that my mind isn't fully here. I get into these little things where I don't know exactly what I'm thinking or stuff like that. I can think about fifty things at one time too."
Willis sighed. "Okay, explain to me what happened when you were a kid."
"Alright," I smiled, "but you're in for a large one."
1992
Sierra was only five years old. She was a little girl and everyone said she looked like her dad. She always smiled and said, "I look like me dad!" Of course, it was a little something different than that. But Sierra always called her father dad.
"Sierra, get off of your brother! Oh no, not again!" Debra, her mother, groaned. Sierra was trying to change her brother's diapers again. Powder was all over the floor.
"But mom…"
"No buts. Great, now I've gotta clean this all up."
"Sowwy mom."
"It's okay."
Sierra sighed and walked into the kitchen. She tried opening the refrigerator and fell over because the door was too heavy, "umph!" She screeched out pointed at a black thing that scurried across the floor in front of her. Sierra yelped and grabbed it. She ran into her bedroom and hid it under her bed and then pretended she had hurt her hand so her mom wouldn't look for what she just hid.
"Mom, I huwt my hand."
"Stop talking like a little kid, Sierra."
"Awlright, mom."
Debra rolled her eyes and wiped some sweat off of her forehead. "Why don't you go and play outside or something?"
"No mom, I'm gonna go watch MTV!"
Debra sighed again as Sierra ran off into the living room. Sierra turned on the television and switched it to MTV. New Kids On The Block was on (actually, I don't know what time they came around because I was only a little kid when they came out so :-p). She quickly hit the buttons 2 and 9, and Nickelodeon came through the screen (okay, I don't know how to spell that so :-p). Rugrats was on.
Damn, how am I supposed to watch anything when everything is junk? Wait, that little black thingy! She rushed into her bedroom and picked it up from under her bed. She slammed the door shut and flicked on her radio. David Bowie. Ew, she thought. Oh well.
"Hey little black thingy. Who are you?"
"Bubbo!" it replied squirting bubbles out of its mouth (like the little baby that later goes into Koromon did).
"Bubbo? That's your name?" she wondered, dodging some of the bubbles from hitting her head.
"Bubbo! Boom Bubbo!" it screeched.
Sierra giggled as more bubbles flew out and past her head. The room was starting to look like a bathtub and Sierra put it down and started running around. "Yay! It's so pretty! I love this!"
"Boom Bubbo!" it repeated. It was having more fun than it had ever had before in its short life. "Boom Bubbo, Boom Bubbo!"
"Wow! This is so cool!" Sierra grinned. She felt like she was in some kind of a perfect dream and she never wanted to leave. "I wish I could do this every day!"
(I smiled, "I KNOW! SUCH A LITTLE KID HAVING SUCH A BIG VOCAB? I READ TOO MUCH! Ah hell, I did back then too!"
Willis laughed, "I've never heard of a five year old who could say all that you could."
"I picked it up from the street," I replied. Willis laughed again and that made me feel somewhat special. Not many people laugh when I say stuff.)
Sierra picked up the little creature and they fell asleep a little bit later. When Sierra woke up, the thing had become something else.
"Ack! What are you?"
"I'm Mesimon!"
Sierra looked at the purple little blob with a smirk. "You're cool!"
The thing laughed.
"But…" Sierra started, "What are you?"
"I'm a Digimon!"
Sierra raised an eyebrow, "A Digi-what?"
"A Digimon. Computer data that is alive!"
"Alive? I thought that only humans and animals lived…"
The Digimon, Mesimon, laughed and bounced over to Sierra. "So, what do we do first?"
"What do we do first? I don't know. Maybe my brother would know what a Digimon is. It's probably from some little kids' show that he watches…"
"No! We're not from a show! We're real!"
Sierra laughed.
("But later that night…" I started.
"Hold on," Willis said, "why are you skipping what happened after what you just said?"
"Because I don't remember what happened."
Willis groaned and wiped his forehead.)
Sierra woke up suddenly. Her radio was going berserk and so were her lights. She looked down at her bed –the Digimon was changing again.
"Oh no! I've gotta get you outside –and QUICK!"
Sierra grabbed it and pulled it out the back door before her parents woke up and saw she was taking some kind of a monster thing through the house. When it changed fully, it stood a good seven feet of a horse looking thing. It had wings and a horn like a Pegasus.
"Wow…"
Suddenly the Digimon took off towards the city and Sierra hopped on its back before it took off.
("I'll tell you, Willis, riding on a Digimon in the middle of the night is just –odd."
Willis laughed, "I could see where it would be."
I continued,)
People that were in their cars almost got hit by this large animal-type-thing running through the streets while the five-year-old girl was screaming and laughing and enjoying it all the same.
"This is awesome! What Candy and Kim would give to do this! Yay!"
But then as awesome as it was, the Digimon disappeared right out from underneath of her. Sierra sat in the street wondering where it went…
"Wow," Willis said. "That's weird."
"Yeah, but that was only then. Not too long ago either. I mean, only about nine years ago."
Willis sighed. "You went through a lot then, didn't you?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "but that's nothing compared to 1995…"