It was about a year ago. I'd decided to buy my son a VR Set for Christmas. When he unwrapped the beautiful wrapping paper, his eyes filled with imagination. I was happy as he had been depressed the few weeks before hand.

      He set it up immediately. Rushing the instructions and frantically shoving cords into the outlets. The VR set had come with a game. It was a simple rhythm type game where you would drum to a song and he was addicted immediately. I had given myself a pat on the back because I knew I had picked the right gift. He stayed in his room day after day. Only came out for food and water. I started to get a little worried. He stopped coming out of his room.

     Eventually, I smelled something fowl. It smelled so bad I had to air out the house. With a rag over my nose I burst into his room preparing to scold him. He was standing there, playing his game. I took the headset off of him and said," What is that smell?!?" He fell limp to the floor. His eyes were completely white. No pulse. No breathing.