Remember...

Was there ever a time in the world without computers? I personally, have never owned one, nor do I own the memory of not seeing a monitor on the desk in the corner of our living room.
The first computer I remember was this gaudy white thing that took up three times more space than the current family computer. I remember putting the cd-rom games in; Reader Rabbit, Easy Bake, and Barbie's got a horse. It was also the same computer that distracted my dad just long enough to allow a three year old me to push my then one year old brother's baby walker down the stairs with him in it!
Later, when the out-dated computer was finally retired, it was moved to the basement play room. There, my brother and I would spend hours playing games such as, office, writer, etc.. The loud, clunky, space consuming computer is now residing in a landfill just outside of town.
The plan is to get myself a computer for my own use, but I will never forget the sound of the dial-up tone!

Parents are Ameteurs

    

 Fun fact, one of the most defining moments in a person's life is the day they discover their parents aren't perfect. For certain people, this happened at the ripe old age of, five. For others, the delusion lasts longer, much longer. Once this discovery is made, however it does not take long for us children to begin heedlessly pointing out these errors in our parental units.
     This goes on for sometime, until the "adults" can't handle it anymore! They have spent their child(ren)'s entire lives babying them along, suffering through the excruciating pain of sitting through our elementary school orchestra concerts, where the whole violin section never failed to sound as if someone were filing their nails on a chalkboard. After all of this, they are not going to stand around while an emotionally abusive teenager sit on some high pedestal, lecturing in disgust. Why should they have to, would you? No.
     So they do what comes naturally, take revenge. And eye for an eye, an insult for an insult. They start to point out every single little thing we do wrong, now their even. But, they want to make sure we get the message, so they take it one step further, they start looking for things we do wrong instead of just noticing them. This in turn, is the source of World War 5,893.  What gives us the right to pick on them, we're only teenagers? What do we know? We are amateurs!
     Hold it, amateurs, what a term? This is where our grandparents spring into laughter. What do our parents know about being parents? Did we arrive with some sort of manual explaining how to raise us? Of course not, parents have no idea what they are doing? That does not mean we need to point it out! Because, as we've, heard we don't know what we are doing either. So really no one should be picking out anyone else's flaws. The one thing parents do have on us teenagers, though, is that they have survived the teenage experience. They know a thing or two about life in our shoes. They probably have some advice to offer, if we take it. We just have to sort out, what's advice, and what's a frustrated insult. The next step is to communicate, ask for advice, tell your parents things they say that are insulting. When the airways are clear, World War 5, 893 becomes a happy healthy household.