I was the fastest reader. Had the neatest handwriting. Skipped rope without missing a beat. Basically there was nothing I couldn’t do if I put my mind to it except geometry but who really needs geometry?
Then the age of technology pulled in. To stay.
For about the first ten years I said: This is not for me. I don’t need it. It’s from the other side. It’s a trap.
Well maybe this is all true but when your own mother sends you an e-mail and you need an interpreter to send one back you know it’s time to catch on a little.
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