The great connection craze reached Sweden in 2005, and being a kid in a small school in one of the richest parts of the country, about 100 of 103 students owned at least one by early 2006.
I was sadly one of the unlucky ones, yet I harboured strong feelings for the critters from first sight. Before I knew basically anything of what they were I loved the adorable pixel creatures dearly. My great wish was for my parents to someday buy me one.
The school brakes were violently turned into tamagotchi brakes, when all kids stood huddled around close to each other, always caring for, laughing with, playing with and simply adoring their tamagotchi.
Stars in the eyes of every child.
Everyone connected with everyone, and all kids were happy.
The few people without a tamagotchi floated around, watching the miracles over peoples shoulders, and at rare happy moments getting to borrow one to play a game.
Just half a year later they were already all but forgotten by most, but not by me.
My eighth birthday arrived in late october 2006, and my dream came true.
My grandmother (being in collusion with my parents) gave me a brand new pink v3, ice cream designed.
The color was not one I would've chosen myself at all, but it really did not matter.
I loved my tamagotchi, and brought it to school every day, where the other kids recognized the tamagotchi and eventually started bringing theirs again, so basically my getting a tamagotchi started the second tama-craze on that little school, in the end causing the teachers to forbid tamagotchi.
You think I stopped bringing mine?