sobre este supertema a lo que vinimos fue a jugar, cuando leí su post llegaron a mi mente un sin fin de recuerdos ideas anécdotas jjjj claro por la edad que tengo.
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Asi que cuando un adulto juega no se convierte en niño como muchos dicen sino que es un niño que crecio jjj
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Greetings friends of this community, first thank our dear
But one thing I was clear during your reading, how important it is to see life from that perspective, we came to play in this life or as many say take life as a game.
When we are small many say that life is solved, it is just playing without responsibilities, but without realizing that the world of children is complex because they do not know or understand many situations, but if they identify themselves immediately with the game that will change according to age in
the early years we all play together as a big family and we support each other and exchange toys without problems, and when you grow up the adult appears to condition your reflexes through the rules.
The game begins the same, but already with rules to meet goals to achieve and to begin to give victorious to some and losers to others, then you are marked in such a way that childhood becomes competitive and you notice you realize when you leave that
childhood to only become that human being who lives in a constant race and competition to achieve their goals, often losing that laughter and joy.
The game is important for the physical motor development of the individual and when we are adults we believe that they are no longer necessary, only in some cases are made for pleasure as dominoes for example.
I am very active and in other posts I have commented on my childhood, my mom suffered because I needed to burn energy, therefore, reading for me was a punishment, being as I always say a large family we played a lot, but I was always rebellious for board games and even though my parents explained to me that I should develop physical strength was important intelligence and those games were always done when it was rainy weather or by candlelight when we were in blackout.
Until one day my dad brought several books, because an uncle had donated them to him of different themes, he invented a game once a week we had to play it and it consisted of rotating us to choose with our eyes closed in that box that contained books of stories and poetry, a book and he would read a little and we would rotate it, of course we did not all read with the same speed and I was desperate because I wanted the game to end until it was my turn to read.
I was hooked on the book I did not want to let go of it from then on my passion is reading, still at my age when we are alone at home my husband and I do it we throw a paper in a box and the one who pulls out the name is the book we read jjj of course here too there are rules because when I did not like the title I waited hidden and threw the paper back in. Well, the game is not only to read it but to exchange criteria.
yes, when an adult plays the game he does not become a child as many say, but a child who has grown up jjj
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