Tuesday, January 18, 2011
As my oldest is in the high school home stretch & will graduate in June, she is itching to get out there on her own. And, of course, I am looking forward to watching her spread her little winglets & start paying her own bills. Because, right of passage events can sometimes be funny - realizing electricity comes from a box & you have to call to set it up or not all apartments come with water, trash, cable, phone, etc. Or, when you learn there is no bedtime; which you pay for the entire next day while sitting at work trying to pry your eyes open with mechanical pencils. And, of course, there is no refrigerator fairy.
My youngest, sliding into sophomore year, has other granteds. Socializing is defined as sitting in caveman posture, typing to 400 of your closest online buddies & schoolmates all while maintaining the pasty white visage you were born with. And, his iPod is now his constant companion; he can tune in & tune the rest of the world out. As I recall, WalkMans did not fit in pockets - you carried them; because they were bigger than a wallet. Of course, now-a-days with pants pockets at the knee caps it could work. Ooh, & miniature golf is actually played at outdoor places where waiting in line for the party ahead of you to finish allows for actual interaction. Say it ain't so; where'd the Wii remote go?
When you tell your kids, grandkids, nieces/nephews, "When I was your age...," what do you remember most fondly? What items, ideas have translated into your writing?