
It's kind of funny, because way back in the day I didn't understand adults who gamed..... I guess I just felt like there were better ways to use one's time..... and I blame my son for changing my mind. My husband was one of those adult gamers, I didn't mind because it gave him something to do and of some of the choices he could have made it seemed pretty harmless overall. He did computer gaming way back, and then got into consoles as they became more prevalent. It was the Xbox that was the beginning of my downfall.. our son, who was fairly little at that point, was allowed to play a little bit here and there on the more benign games, in this case, one called metal arms glitch in the system. Each of the kids had their own profile that they could play on but one day I wasn't paying attention and our son had ended up on my husband's profile, which my husband had been dutifully playing through trying to reach the end of the game and had made it pretty darn far already. My son managed to delete said profile, and trying to spare us all the unhappiness of my husband should he discover this I endeavored to rebuild the profile, meaning I spent hours playing "that ridiculous game" and before I knew it I had become hooked. We had purchased some of the Lego Xbox games for the kids, next I found myself playing those just for fun. Eventually I was a full-fledged gamer. We would have family frag night and play the various Halo games in multiplayer, I've played all of the Lego games, and my son begrudgingly let me play Minecraft with him occasionally, but I always managed to light his stuff on fire by accident or punch holes in things because I could never remember which button was which.. so we decided maybe I should play that one by myself

. I don't play nearly as much now that the kids are up and out and we don't have family gaming nights, but there are times I still find myself turning on the Xbox and dropping a game in for a few hours of mindless entertainment