When I am bored, I play games.
Most of the time they are video games.
I only have a certain amount of time each day to play video games.
It’s my “screen time.”
When we travel, I get lots of screen time.
When we are at home, if my parents are busy, I get lots of screen time.
At other times, I ask to play video games, and my parents get very angry.
When I do something wrong, my punishment is almost always to lose video games.
I get very upset when this happens.
I feel so stupid for doing the something wrong.
I hate that my parents can take away the thing I like best.
I don’t think it’s fair.
It’s not showing me grace, like they ask me to show my dad and brother, who I love, but who are also the one who give me the hardest times.
When I am not allowed to play video games, which I’m very good at, I play board games.
That rhymes with bored.
I am bored when I play board games.
But I’m not really bored by some games.
I make up my own games.
Here is one of many games that I’ve made up:
Other times, like when I ask to play my game “Island Chess,” which is three-dimensional chess, he says that the game is too hard to understand, or that I’m cheating.
I don’t cheat.
I don’t lie.
A lot of people tell me they don’t understand the rules of my games though.
I guess they just don’t see it the way that I do in my head.