One sunny afternoon, I was playing my favorite game on my tablet when something strange happened. It made a funny beep, and then the screen went blank. I pressed every button. I shook it. I even blew on it, like that would help. But nothing happened. My tablet was dead. I stared at it for a second, waiting for it to magically turn back on. But it didn’t. I felt my heart sink. "No! Not now!" I said, but the tablet didn’t care.

I rushed over to my parents. "My tablet died! What should I do?" Mom and Dad were busy in the kitchen. Dad smiled and said, “Well, you can always play outside. Go use your imagination!”

The next morning, Mateo heard voices outside his window. Two neighborhood boys were building a fort with branches. "Want to join us?" called the taller boy with short black hair. The other boy with short brown hair waved excitedly. Mateo raced outside, forgetting all about his tablet.

The three boys spent the day exploring the neighborhood, climbing trees and chasing butterflies. "I'm Mateo," he introduced himself to his new friends. That evening, when Mom plugged in his tablet, Mateo smiled. "Maybe tomorrow," he said, already planning their next adventure.