Age Of Innocence
Are you ever riding a public bus at around three or four o’clock on a weekday? If so, you’ll notice them jam-packed with people around five-foot-one bogged down by backpacks twice their width. This is how it’s always been. I remember very clearly being a five-footer dragging my forty-pound backpack up the aisle, collapsing into a seat, only to have to give it up for a nice old lady who looks to have been in far better shape than I. But the latest brand of gawky 13-year-old has a new toy for the ride home. When we were that age bus rides were for swooning over cute boys and spreading lethal gossip about one’s girlfriends… unintentionally of course. But I’ve noticed that if two teenage girls are squeezed next to one another on a bus, they’re not whispering in each other’s ears, or writing each other dirty notes, or badmouthing a fellow classmate. They’re leaning over one another’s shoulders looking at each other’s mobile device. I understand the appeal of technology and realize that if people of all other ages are hooked, why shouldn’t 13-year-olds be? But can this really be more fun than discussing the time you let Bobby Frazer touch your boob?
Age Of Innocence
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