Children seem to be born with an innate knowledge of technology. They know exactly how to rearrange and delete apps before they have eaten their first jar of applesauce. They go to kindergarten using iPads and tablets better than any baby boomer I’ve met. They meet fellow five year old savants in class, comparing high definition games that make the atari that we loved look about as high tech as the claw machine at an arcade.
My kids came home talking about a new site today that has different educational games. “Please can we try it? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?” After my day, I just wanted to sit for a second so I caved and got the computer out.
Half an hour goes by, and they are helping each other beat the next level of a game that focused on hand-eye coordination. The perfect time for me to rest my eyes a while. They asked me to watch them for the “awesome part” and made it to the finish line. That’s when they told me to try it. I thought How hard could it be?…. Pah!
I “died” about a second after it started. They both laughed out loud and said to try it again.
I “died” about a second after it started. They both laughed a little and said to try it again.
I “died” about a second after it started. They both looked at me with sadness and pity and said to try it again.
I “died” about a second after it started. My son took the laptop from me and said “It’s ok mom, there is an easier version for little kids on here somewhere. You can try that one.”
I felt like a monkey with a light box…