Posted on September 12, 2017
I’m here to talk about my addiction to video games. I don’t know if those days were good or bad. I started playing when I was 8-9 years old. My first console was a Gamecube. Oh man, those days were fun. We had Super Smash Bros and Mario Kart. I used to play with my neighbors and we used to stay up all night. There were nights where my mom used to wake up and beat me because I normally had school the next day and she wasn’t with it. Those two games were enough for me to start getting addicted to video games. But, after a little of having the GAMECUBE, someone stole it. During this time I lived in Honduras, one of the dangerous countries in the world. It was normal for people to get robbed. But my GAMECUBE, DAMN!! I remember being depressed for a long time. Until my dad got tired of seeing depressed and bought me a PSP. I came back to life. I was playing with my PSP 24/7. I couldn’t stop for anything. Only one thing was able to stop me, a thief. Someone stole PSP too. There I go again back in my depression. I waited 3-4 years for my next console. But First moved to the moved to the United States to get my console. I got the Xbox 360, I was smiling at every moment. When I came to the U.S I didn’t know any English, which means I didn’t have any friends. I only had Video Games. Video Games became my friends. I used to play Call Of Duty mainly. It was an addiction that I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know how to stop. I knew something was wrong with me because I played video games too much. I learned English, but I still didn’t have any friends. It was too much. I played every hour. I played every day. I played while doing homework. I played during family time. I played during breakfast. I played during lunch. I played during dinner. I played while my eyes were crying. I played in my sleep. I played for money. I played as a hobby. I played just to get out of reality. I had a lot of fun playing video games, but I ain’t a kid anymore. I’m in Stony Brook and I came here to be someone.