I was in disbelief, what looked like a fun creative game that any other child would just sit down and play was an anxiety filled virtual reality for him. For hours he played Minecraft trying to perfect this little world he was building from the ground up. What he was trying to create was the images of other cultures that he had been researching for so long. I thought everything that he had built was complex, unique, and beautiful. Unfortunately, he did not see the world as I did; he only saw imperfections. He would destroy everything he worked on and rebuild it if he notice small problems like: placement, shape, length, or height of what he had built. Also, if there was an odd number of buildings or blocks when he felt that there should have been an even number, he would have to fix it. Never bothered by how many hours he had spent working on his little world, if he did not like what he saw, he had to start over or his mood would quickly change from good to
I was in disbelief, what looked like a fun creative game that any other child would just sit down and play was an anxiety filled virtual reality for him. For hours he played Minecraft trying to perfect this little world he was building from the ground up. What he was trying to create was the images of other cultures that he had been researching for so long. I thought everything that he had built was complex, unique, and beautiful. Unfortunately, he did not see the world as I did; he only saw imperfections. He would destroy everything he worked on and rebuild it if he notice small problems like: placement, shape, length, or height of what he had built. Also, if there was an odd number of buildings or blocks when he felt that there should have been an even number, he would have to fix it. Never bothered by how many hours he had spent working on his little world, if he did not like what he saw, he had to start over or his mood would quickly change from good to