Literally started tearing up hearing this version of “Butterfly” after so many years. This version of the song combined with that fanart describes anything that could be beautiful in my childhood. At risk of sounding like an overly dramatic lunatic, Digimon was my lifeline as I eased out of adolescence. I and my siblings grew up in… challenging circumstances, shall we say, and I credit the show and its fandom for bringing joy and hope into a very, very dark time for us.
It was our one bright spot. It filled our minds and hearts and imaginations with possibilities and goodness, when our real life was caving in around us. It gave us friends even if they were imaginary (the DigiDestined) and through the internet (other fans). It was our secret rebellion. It was our hiding place. It was the one thing the four of us could agree on.
It introduced me to fandom and others who created beautiful art and fiction. It allowed me to express my anger through ship wars instead of self destructively. It reawakened my desire to connect to our Japanese roots.
It’s a part of me in a way that I feel few people would understand. The DigiDestined made it. Taichi, Sora, Hikari, Yamato, Takeru, Koushiro, Mimi and Jyou–they conquered File Island and survived. And we did too.