It was only a matter of time until my parents asked me to get my crap out of their basement. You know, the old box of high school love letters, old photos, pom pom from pep rallies, and yearbooks.
Well, their prompting only encouraged me to spend time sifting through the boxes, enjoying the trip down memory lane. Nothing was or will ever actually be accomplished. It's my God given right to leave crap in my parent's basement. However, I have narrowed it down to two smallish boxes. I think my work is done.
Anyway, I got to thinking about this ritual. I have stories of my parents' that came out in these kind of boxes. Hell, I found letters to my Grandmother, all 86 yrs of her, in her closet. It's awesome, amazing, and very very cool to read.
That's when I started to feel sorry for my children. I know the internet is an awesome thing and without it, I would not be here today. But what the hell are they going to do?!
Unless our kids start printing out text messages and aging the paper with tea bags, they aren't going to have jack in their box.
And that is the change of time baby. I'm only 30 and I already see it. My kids' box is going to be an external hard drive or two. Love letters are sent in 160 characters and notes are left on iphones.
What is happening to the youth theses day!?!?!
Ok, that was a little dramatic. I'm sure they won't miss a thing. They may even find our old notes dirty and a waste of paper.
Personally, I love all my old letters and notes. I remember opening my locker to have that little folded square of paper from my boyfriend fall out. It was always a surprise, even if it was there daily. Then again, that was before the readily available cell phone.
Holy crap, either technology is moving far too fast or I really am aging!
Do you still have your old letters and notes? Do you ever feel like this generation is missing out on something?