Nineteen eighty something.

As I was sitting next to my 3 year old daughter last night, I watched how she skillfully maneuvered her way through all the apps on my phone to find her game. I have trouble finding the app I need and here she is just flying through them.

When i was her age, the year was 1982. Average monthly rent was $320.00, gas was .91cents, a sony 19 inch color tv was $499 and the biggest selling album of all time, Thriller, came out by Michael Jackson. Comparing life for 3 year old me vs 3 year old her is apples to oranges. Cell phone, what’s that? Google? Ours was called the Britannica Encyclopedia. The only app people heard of was applications for a job. Our games where played on a flimsy piece of cardboard while hers is on a 6 by 3 inch phone.

The other day I noticed a book mobile in one of the parking lots. Kids going in and out, with or without a book in hand. Growing up, I visited the book mobile a few times. It parked right outside our apartment building. Now when i say i visited the book mobile, it wasn’t for books. It was to delay the whoopin or what not that i had waiting for me. lol

I laugh because as soon as we walk through the door, my daughter kicks off her shoes and goes looking for the remote like it owes her money. Once she finds it, shes like a damn cable technician, flipping through the channels with ease. The only time i could find the remote growing up was by looking in the mirror. At the time, you had to change the channels with the dial. And god forbid you only had bunny ears cause then you were the remote AND the antenna.

I always wondered why kids of today can’t pass their classes. The information they need is at their finger tips. It’s not like they have to a library and look through the Index to find a book that may or may not have the information you need ripped out of the damn book.

It’s crazy how there are about 2 generations that have no idea how to make a book cover or a paper Fortune Teller. The other thing I find crazy is how these kids need a safe space, or can’t watch or talk about certain events because they might get “triggered”. Really? We watched a damn space shuttle blow up, live on tv. We didn’t get a safe space. We got ready for lunch lol. We were taught how to hid under our desk to shield us from broken flying glass in the event of a bomb being dropped by our friends in the USSR. Now they’re taught how to shield themselves from an active shooter. Kinda fucked up huh.

I’ll write more later, I’m off to bed.

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