Used for emergencies only, my (cell) phone-in-a-box used to rest on the floor of my Honda Accord. It had a long curly cord, a leather box and needless to say it was NOT my most prized possession. During my college years as my girlfriends and I would venture out for a night on the town, we’d make our plans, determining who we’d see, where we’d go. Once we left our dorm there was no easy way to reach anyone outside of our immediate group. If they physically were not with us than likely it was never a guarantee we’d hook up with them that evening.
As I approach my 40th birthday this summer, I feel like my grandfather who shared tales of “10 mile walks to school.” As I explain to my children the evolution of the cell phone and what and how I used it “way back when” they gasp, ask questions and don’t understand how I possibly survived without Siri providing verbal directions … or, how I sat in a car without playing on apps to keep me occupied…or how I without the use of Google could find the meaning of a word. How easy they have it now.
Too easy?
Time will tell because in the next 20 years I’m sure they too will tell their tales.
