The Good Old Days

Sometimes, I get nostalgic. I remember the days when CDs were a novelty, when I was excited to own my own cassette recorder, when my Dad's hi-fi station was a huge, three-piece monster and we'd sit in the living room flipping through his LP collection. When there were three channels on TV, and we were SO excited when my Dad bought a video recorder and would record Duck Tales for me.

The highlight of modern technology happened one Christmas, I think I was six or seven at the time, when my aunt gave me THIS:

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I was SO excited, and to this day, I love playing Tetris until my wrists hurt sometimes (hubby owns a Gameboy Advance, my Brick died when I was about 10 or so and was mourned properly).

The other day, I was reading an early reader's book with Lily, with a list of all the key words from the story under the corresponding picture. One of them was, of course, a Gameboy. And what does Lily do??

"What's that?? An App?? Oh no, I know, an iPhone!!!"

Do I feel old?? Very much so. I hit me like a train that this is a totally different world. I realized how substantially the world has changed in not even two decades. I remember when my Dad got his first computer and I was SO frustrated with my vocabulary program, but liked to play THIS:

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I remember the novelty of the internet, when I did most of the research for my graduation paper online while my fellow-students dug through tons of books. And then, my first cell phone!

And the world today? I have to admit, I chose to not participate in the latest technologies. I prefer paper books over e-readers, do not own a smart phone, and am just putting an mp3-player on my wish list for Christmas. Or maybe not? I prefer not jumping on every band wagon, stay a little bit with the basics, maybe I try subconsciously to channel a little bit of the world of my childhood... not... who am I kidding? I cannot imagine a life without the internet any more, so I embrace the new world and all it has to offer to our family and especially to our kids! And if Lily has an uncle crazy nice enough to let her play with his iPhone, so be it!

Blogger in the making? Lily at 2 years old