Growing Up In One World, Growing Old In Another

When I was growing up, there were only two ways to say anything to anyone.  You could say it to them face-to-face or on the phone.  This was my technology.  It was also limited to a very few people, those with whom I wanted to have physical contact.  My talking crowd, my friends, were physically near me every day.  It was a very small world, but filled with meaningful relationships.  Those friends I loved!  As much as a young teenager can love, I loved them.   Such was the small, loving world of my youth. 

It would be hard to function in my world if you did not grow up in it.  Person-to-person, physical contact was the key to all my enduring relationships.  It still is today.  However, it is hard for me to function in a world that is best suited for those who didn’t grow up in mine.