One summer evening, when my daughter was six or seven, I headed upstairs to put her to bed. Autumn was playing one of the Mario games on her Nintendo 64. I told her to turn off the game but she kept stalling. I watched her for a few more minutes and then said, "Okay, as soon as you lose one more life that's IT, you will turn the game off and hop into bed!" Dad had spoken!
Autumn just kind of nodded and then I swear to God that kid went into some kind of zen mode for the next 25 minutes. I've never seen anything like it before or since. Ducking, jumping, bouncing, she nearly died a dozen times but somehow managed to keep playing. I commented on it later and Autumn said matter-of-factly, "Well, videogames are my life."
I've never been more proud.
Autumn just kind of nodded and then I swear to God that kid went into some kind of zen mode for the next 25 minutes. I've never seen anything like it before or since. Ducking, jumping, bouncing, she nearly died a dozen times but somehow managed to keep playing. I commented on it later and Autumn said matter-of-factly, "Well, videogames are my life."
I've never been more proud.
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