I was watching Isabella play with my iPhone the other day. I saw her little finger flipping through the apps to find the one she wanted. I watched her zoom in and zoom out with her fingers and flip the phone to get the screen to change it's orientation. And it got me thinking about the fact that I didn't have a computer in my house until I was maybe 17 years old.
The connection on the computer was dial up and it took about a hundred years to start. No one could call the house when you were on the internet because it used the phone lines. There was no facebook. I didn't have a cell phone until I could pay for it and before that I had a beeper (143 anyone?). The coolest game on my cell phone was Snake. Before the computer I had a full set of Encyclopedia Britannica that I used for reports. I went to the library to look up information on microfiche.
And not to sound too old lady yelling get-off-my-lawn, but by the time Isabella is my age I'm thinking that there will be no more paper books, no more laptops or desk tops, no more printers, and maybe a ton of cool stuff that I'll need her to teach me how to use.
I just worry that in this age of not now, right now, that delayed gratification and working for a goal is going to be lost and we'll be left with demanding, brats who want everything immediately. And I love my Nook, but there's still something so wonderful about the feel of a book in your hand.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
When I Was Your Age
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4 comments:
I actually think about this all the time. How different things are. How sometimes I feel out of the loop of the times. 143 was the best. I have a kindle and I still read a book now and then just for the feel of it!
Omg you have brought back so many memories...
I think about this sometimes too, but I guess its just the world we are living in.. I'm sure she will be interested to hear all your stories on how you did your reports or about not having a cell phone. ;)
Just imagine her face..
Remember encyclopedias? And going to the library to work on a damn book report? Getting letters in the mail?
Ah, the good old days!
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