I am not even 30 yet. It hasn’t been THAT long since I was a kid, but I still marvel at how many things I remember doing as a little girl that Abby probably will never do. For example…
…dial home on a rotary telephone.
…buy a new tape of her favorite artist.
…listen to the computer connect to the internet.
…jump off of a high dive.
…dance to her favorite record.
…hang out at the mall by herself at age 12.
…attend a carnival in a parking lot.
…check out a book from the library by writing her name on a card.
…tape her favorite songs off of the radio.
…hear her computer say, “You’ve got mail!”
…tape her favorite TV show when she’s not going to be home to watch it, actually using a tape.
…wait until Mom finishes checking e-mail before she can call someone on the phone.
…find a book using a card catalog.
…memorize her friends’ home phone numbers, if her friends even have home phones.
…watch commercials on TV.
…pass the time on a road trip by watching movies on a portable TV that weighs more than she does. (Car TVs will not be plugged into the cigarette lighter and bungee corded down between the front seats, either.)
…register for college classes over the telephone.
…see her teacher’s handwriting on her report cards.
…receive and return correspondence coursework by mail.
…travel somewhere without a cell phone.
…play on a seesaw.
…wait for the film to be developed before getting to see vacation pictures.
…beat out the chalky erasers outside of her classroom.
…”smoke” candy/gum cigarettes.
…hand-write a final draft of an essay.
…walk to school five miles in the snow, uphill. (Okay, maybe I’m getting carried away…)