My Father told me he had to save money for a project of his own. Walking along the street, we spotted a colourful ice-cream van. Bearing in mind what he had just told me before, I tried to suppress my excitement. ‘Shall we have some?’ he asked me. I gave him a perplexed look.
‘No, no… Ice-cream is childhood. And we don’t save from childhood.’
We (1970s-1990s) are the generation of ‘bowed heads’ because of our unconditional love for our mobile phones.
Two-year old kid I know freely browses on YouTube, downloads mobile apps and knows exactly 3 songs by heart. Parents seem proud and content. And they should be – their child is super smart, better educated technologically than they were and cutely running its fingers through iPad with a toothless smile.
It’s sweet and genius isn’t it?
What do you mean by ‘it’s sad’? It’s just the modern substitute for meeting other children at the playground, playing outdoor games, painting, skipping rope and coming home late because of hide-and-seek.
They are just children who enjoy themselves inside. They have a safe, ‘behind-the-door’ childhood. Their friends always like them and parents can keep an eye on them at all times. It’s convenient.
Visiting Cospicua, one of the historic Three Cities in Malta, something long-forgotten crossed my path.
Five ladies, two dogs and two lady shoulder bags.
It was amusing seeing children on the streets. Obviously, they were oblivious of petfinder.com as a viable option for animal raising.
In fact, all the narrow, full of local charm streets, leading to the dock, were awash with children laughter. Even saw a boy who was fixing his bike chain. Alone!
I found slightly disturbing he was not using the FAB Bike Doctor app…
Children I met in Cospicua can doubtlessly add a skill to their profile of LinkedIn:
Childhood authenticity management.
Turns out childhood and its genuineness (let me app that word) is a skill.
Of course one has to be granted the opportunity for accessing childhood. But mostly: one has to be able to see this window of opportunity. And you tend to ignore such windows, if you have opened 20 iPad windows.
Walking along the marine, I realised people from Cospicua have the skill to preserve their childhood all the way through to adulthood: