Welcome to The Great Indoors!

or Why I'm Glad I Didn't Grow Up With The Internet

By: Sarah

I'll be the first to admit it -- I'm addicted to the Internet. A lot of 20-somethings are, I feel. I spend minutes crafting the perfect Facebook status, hours reading blog posts on Wordpress and Tumblr, and days watching YouTube videos. The very platform that allows this blog to run is the Internet. Without it, there would be no blogging.

I love the Internet.

I love that if I want to know how to cable knit a hat or more about the Hedgehog's Dilemma or the lyrics to The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel, I have Google right at my actual fingertips, bestowing me with endless knowledge.

Screen Shot 2013-05-22 at 1.16.49 PMBut, I'm so glad I didn't grow up with the Internet. My first recollection of the Internet is somewhere around 4th grade, connecting to the dial-up. You remember the sound. I would double click on Internet Explorer (we didn't even have AOL) and ask Jeeves or Yahooligans! something foolish like, "Can frogs burp?" Or maybe I would play Lizzie McGuire Dress Up. Either way, I have much fonder memories from before that time.

I remember playing Power Rangers with my red-headed neighbor, Joe. I was always the pink one, Kimberly, and he was the bad guy, The Ooze. He would handcuff me to the gymnast rings on my playground, and I would give him 30 seconds to run away before I slid my wrist free and chased after him.

Playing in the pool with my mom was the most funnest activity ever. She would watch my endless synchronized routines (synchronized to myself because I couldn't get anyone else to join) and always give me a score of 9 or 10 at the end. We played this game where I swam through her legs without touching them. Each time I swam through, she would bring them in a bit. I made her play these games for hours, but she never complained. Unless I got her "royal hair" wet.

[caption id="attachment_607" align="alignright" width="392"]My dad and me. My dad and me.[/caption]

I didn't need the Internet to entertain me when I was a child. Kids that start clicking a mouse right out of the womb no longer know how to play, how to imagine. Everything has to be tangible for them. This makes me so, so sad.

I guess I'm starting to realize that my Internet addiction, while beginning a lot later than kids now, is just as bad. Starting now, I'm going to make a stronger effort to stay off the Internet for longer. I'm going to go outside. I'm going to play. It doesn't matter that I'm 23, my imagination still rules.

For as the great Marilyn Monroe once said, "You life isn't measured in Facebook likes."

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We're Sarah and Kaitlyn, roommates from Milwaukee who started this blog to promote creativity and life.
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