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These 2nd Graders Penned Heartbreaking Essays About Their Mother's Phone Addictions

By Mustafa Gatollari

When I was a kid, I was obsessed with video games. Sure, I loved talking and shooting the breeze with a close-knit group of people, but any type of athletic or communal play activities weren't really my jam. Games were.

My parents, seeing my insatiable, years-long appetite for all the games I could get my hands on, thankfully made me play them in moderation. During the school year, I could only play them on the weekend and only after I finished any homework/projects that were due.

By the time I hit college, I wasn't really into them that much anymore. Now, I have a PS4 in my home as a mere formality, every time I power it up when friends come over to play, I have to update the thing to actually start playing. It's enough to make me want to do this: