The computer game is alive. It is blinking, flashing, making music and goading me.
I can use
this game to help me grandkids. Build up their confidence. Make them feel good.
Give them confidence to attack and take on this world. I will let them beat me.
I start by
saying: I’m gonna win. I’m gonna beat you at his game.
They
immediately begin pressing buttons. They ask me. What my name is going to be. What
color do I want be.
The game
starts and they hand me the controller. They press buttons, turn buttons and
twist buttons. The buttons become a part of them. On the screen their monkeys put
up shields and easily dodge nasty, evil arrows.
I whisper:
I’m gonna beat you. I’m just getting warmed up.
Bruce seems
to lose interest in beating me. Winning is too easy. No competition. He lazily spins
his button and raises his eyebrows.
Bruce
decides its time to help me.
Bruce: You
have to watch the monkey and press your button when it moves. You have to throw
a banana and hit the other monkey. You have to press the color that appears.
I spin my
button and press it a few times and watch some randomly disconnected monkey get
bombed.
Bruce: That
was good. You are getting better.
The game
finishes and they look at the leader’s scoreboard.
Me: Looks
like I won. I got the lowest score. By lots. You didn’t even come close.
Kay: The
highest score wins. You came last.
Me: I think
lowest wins. I won.
Kay: You
lost. You came last.
Bruce: You are
getting better. You are learning. You are learning very quickly. For your age.
Bruce tries
to encourage me. He tries to build up my confidence.
Bruce: You
will soon be an expert at this. Good enough to play me.
They play
another game without me. I disappear. When they are at school I will have to
learn how to turn this game on by myself. I need to practice by myself. I need
to practice without them watching. I have to get good enough to let them beat
me.
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