One of my daughter’s first words was “iPad”.
“One of my daughter’s first words was “iPad”.”
- I was born in 1969.
My first word was “Papa”, but my Dad told my mother (who was a ‘modern’ working housewife in the Scandinavian 1970s) it was “Mama”.
My brother was born two years later.
His first word was “toy”.
By today, I author, he twitters, I work for a living, he is a programmer.
I love my brother and so on, but although he’s family it’s like something happened around 1970, the year the Swedish Government declared Swedish standards of living were at par with those of America.
To children born in 1969 and before, toys were toys. To younger generations they are like preparing stages for taking over the Universe.
There are only two years between my brother and I, but we’re worlds apart.