I’m 38. My daughters are 5 and 3. It’s understandable that I’m better at everything. I’m older, wiser, more experienced. Nothing against them and their talents; it just is what it is.
Case in point:
Cat drawings
Multimedia flower art
Spinning paint squares
Not to out-do my kids in everything, I decided to take an interest in their newest favorite thing to do: Play Minecraft.
If you’re like I was just a few days ago, you have no idea what Minecraft is. Quick lesson: Minecraft is a creative building game that allows players to build a virtual 3-D world using square blocks. In creative mode, players have an unlimited supply of resources, including abundant health and the ability to fly. In survival mode, players must maintain their hunger and health by finding resources, making tools, and building shelter before nightfall, when the creepers, zombies, and hostile mobs come out.
Building with blocks? I can build life-size towers with my eyes closed, piece of cake! Bring it on.
I grabbed the family iPad, opened Minecraft, and was presented with this non-threatening menu page:
I chose the relaxing tropical getaway adventure.
Tropical getaway, my tushy.
I spent the next 5 minutes stuck here not knowing what the heck I was looking at or what to do.
I was finally able to do something that resulted in a patch of sky and a little grass. Or at least I think that’s what it is. Even with my sword, I remained stuck here. Hopelessly stuck.
Right about now would be a good time to mention my awesome humble pie recipe…
