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A quote: “Without memory, there is no culture. Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future.” ~~ Elie Wiesel
I’ll start with a story …
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I remember books with terrible stories of impossible feats. Hot summer days I would stretch out on shady grass, heart in my mouth as space ships chased across worlds or reluctant heroes rose to unexpected challenge.
I try to tell my grandchildren of those stories. But I need my books.
I’m gifted one of their devices, full of light and color. I delight to find my stories there, like old friends in new clothes. But now they frown at my reading. “Grandma, you can’t say that!”
Each day another story disappears from my device. Only I think that’s a problem.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Brian Brandt says: Since Mom gave me my own phone it’s opened up a whole new world for me. I keep in touch with all my friends, I post pictures of what I’m doing and everybody comments on them. I have a screen name in a great game where I keep climbing in the rankings. Mom knows where I am all the time by looking at the GPS app. I use it to help with my homework and I can watch movies and my favorite TV shows. I have never been happier.
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And the machine whispers: ‘You will obey.’
Cameron says: I sighed inwardly as I saw her with the phone. She’s never been a problem so I’ll take the gentle route first.
“Alison,” I said. “You know that your phone is supposed to be in your locker.”
She looked up at me with haunted eyes and showed me the picture of the soldier picking her up. Her voice was a faint whisper.
“I’m sorry. It was a year ago when we…we heard.”
I broke the rules by kneeling down and putting an arm around her shoulders.
“I remember when I got that visit too, kiddo. Come on; let’s call your mom.”
Fletch says: On my phone again,
Just can’t wait to get on my phone again.
The life I love is talking twitter with my friends,
Just can’t wait to get on my phone again.
Reading about places that I’ve never been.
Seeing things I may never see again
I can’t wait to get on my phone again.
On my phone again,
Listening to Rebecca Black sing “Friday Night ,”
Hoping that Grumpy Cat will be all right,
Watching that one girl regain her sight,
Oh, I just can’t wait to get on my phone again.
On my phone again
Just can’t wait to go look at Huffing Post
It’s the website that I love the most
Using my version of Android Thirteen
Just can’t wait to get on my phone again.
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