I look at this picture and think:
When I was a kid, I did not know iPhones and tablets, what people did on their laptops.
In my world, I enjoyed different kinds of hobbies. My mom made alphabet flash cards for me. After I memorized the Sura, I would get a gift from my dad.
When writing and sending letters to aunts and uncles was the most heroic work to do alone;
When I had a hair clip that perfectly matched my dress;
When a new cartoon movie was the reason to exist that day;
When by magic markers, my art came out like Picasso’s masterpieces;
When the huge differently shaped erasers and pens were the valuable things I could show off at school;
When my sister and I took turns dialing a number for grandma on a rotary phone;
When mom had a photographer put film in our disposable camera so I could take it to my elementary school graduation,
I was happy, so happy.
What a pity my children will not experience these simple pleasures.