When Entertainment Becomes Boring
I grew up as an only child in Venezuela until the age of ten, when my first brother was born. At home we had a tiny TV with 4 channels, two of which I always skipped because they never showed any cartoons. We didn’t have a computer, cable TV, or even a phone. I was bored a lot, and I battled the boredom by creating games, puzzles, and challenges for myself. I once made a slingshot out of spare wood left over from the bunk bed my stepdad built. The thing looked like a handheld medieval catapult, and it scared the neighbors. Another time, I used my mom’s typewriter to write my first “book”—a one-page story about a soccer ball that could feel, so it didn’t appreciate getting kicked around.…