He stared up at the dynamic display, in awe, not at all fazed by the basic Calibri fonts, lack of alignment in graphics and by the occasional informational overload on the screen. Novena, Newton, Somerset. If all critics were kids, maybe the world would be a kinder place. If all critics were kids, maybe we would never make progress at all.
“Look dad, look at that, its changing!!!” The glint in his eye as bright as the display.
“Orh orh ya that’s nice”, he says, barely glancing at the display, or at his son.
How could he for his eyes were transfixed downward on his phone, one earphone out for good measure. I mean, at least the Staris display was a 2x 10″ display, why would you look at your phone?
The boy persists for a couple of moments, giving up on trying to get his dad’s attention eventually. He quietens.
He looks up at the screen still amazed, or maybe just feigning wonder to hide his hurt. Kids learn to use tablets as fast as they grow up.
How dreams take flight, or die.