Life before the internet was, well, freedom. In nineteen seventy-nine email didn’t exist. If you wanted to email someone you had to put pen to paper. So Old-Skool. Imagine. There was that pen pal in Italy who sent strange gifts of potent liquid lavender and small dried pieces of bread shaped like a boot. The writing stopped after the lavender incident, Mom said it was just weird.
Life took place outdoors: in the parks, backyards, country-sides, arenas, dance-halls, soccer fields, recital halls, Great Lakes, Thousand Islands, East Coasts and sunshine states. Library cases filled with encyclopedias, Italian romance novels, war stories, gigantic coffee table books on Australia, ancient recipes and Dr. Seuss.
There was no Hotmail, email, yahoo, google, or StumbleUpon and apples were something that came from a tree. A twit was something my mother would say if I’d done something silly, a tweet came from my grandmothers canary and a Twitter was someone who fidgeted too much.
Blogging was hand written in tiny journals with golden keys and locks. Surfing was something they did in Australia and Hawaii with big boards, in the ocean. Bookmarks were pieces of artfully decorated paper to hold your place in the old-fashioned books. Kindle was gathered for the fire and in the Amazon jungle there began the deforestation of natural beauty. Is this where the problems began? Is this where society as a whole fell apart and became robotic-like in the technologic world? How has the internet affected you?
How do you remember life before the internet?