Games originally are entertainment. Contemporary games are very realistic and for this reason they are a (31) of great experience for the player and develop the imagination. Games are entertainment and even more than that. In addition, the statistics of the New York University (32) by Green and Bavelier claim that the player (33) active games get an improvement of some types of brain activity, related to (34) of visual information. In particular, game players cope with problems of (35) tracking several moving objects at the average level of 30% better than people who do not play (36) computer video games. The "gaming" violent experience may not be the cause of violent (37) in reality. (38) of the playing experience will become the priority in making important decisions (39) problems in real life. A game is an abstraction. A player gets abstract tasks and acts according to abstract rules.
Games are also the possibility to be (40) a person wants to be and to rest from the outside world for some time. But what if a person gets (41) much excited with the game scenes that he becomes violent in reality Then, it proves that the games cause people to become violent. Let us stop for a moment right at this point. Those who do not (42) in this type of activity usually make the conclusion of presence of violence in the game-world. Nobody will (43) hear this kind of statement from those who play, from those who know the rules of the game and understand that it is just a (44) world. A psychologically (45) person will never confuse or connect these two different worlds. A game is a virtual world with visual images very similar to human. These images (46) by themselves nothing but simple playing obstacles. A game may potentially give the (47) to "destroy the obstacles" that may not be destroyed according to the rules but it is more about personal choice (48) to do it or not. This leads us to the conclusion that violence is not a consequence but the cause. People who are originally (49) to violence may get irritated by games and perform violence in the "real world". But in this case violence in games is a simple (50) of the violent nature of the player.

As I sit at my desk and observe the frenzied play of these children who are working so hard at being children, I see a small boy to my right. What catches my eye is that he is standing in the area of the soccer goal, by himself, looking down at his shoes. He picks at his navy blue sweat jacket, pulling the string ties back and forth through the casing. He stubs his Nike’d tennis shoe in the dirt, again, and again, and again. I see his lips move--he seems to be talking to himself, all alone, oblivious to the world around him. There are children at play in the background, plenty to team up with, yet he stands idle, off to himself.
Watching him, I begin to fantasize about his melancholy. Is he an only child of working parents who are so busy with their own lives they don’t have time for him Or is he one of several children, caught in the stampede of family life, getting trampled on by the older children as they pass him up, and pulled down by the younger siblings as they compete with him. Is he loved or abused Smart or slow to learn What does he think about when he’s by himself What are his dreams His fears Is he a new child, too shy to make friends Or is he a victim of the cruelties of child’s play
Days of my own childhood come flooding back to me. Remembering the days when I felt as he must be feeling now, so alone. As an adult, I can still feel that sometime hollowness. I understand these feelings even less than I did when I was his age. I ache for this small child that bas so much to learn and experience, as much potential for pain in his future as happiness. I want to reach out to him, wrap my arms around him and tell him that it’s ok, he’s not alone, that I care, as will so many others in his life to come. I want to assure him that it’s alright to feel the way he does, but that it gets better and he must look to the good things, to learn from his experiences. I want to give him all the answers to all the questions that no one ever gets until they don’t need to know anymore.
I find myself rising from behind my desk, mesmerized by the little form before me. I walk towards the window, my eyes not budging front their goal. He’s still plowing the earth with the toe of his shoe, talking away to whatever has a moment to listen. My eyes fill with tears--I can’t bear this pain any more. I reach out for the window frame, leaning into it in weariness of a life hard fought, knowing of the battle he has yet to face...

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