The One Where My 8 Year Needs a Mobile.
Bean has just been telling me how he needs a new mobile phone. He’s 8 years old. He has use of a very good phone (but not for calls or texts – just for games really) which was available when mine was upgraded. But at 8 he already knows it’s not the latest model, isn’t as fast as his parents’ newer models and he desperately needs a new one (which he won’t be getting by the way).
Cue a conversation about my first mobile phone. 1996. I was 22. It was a cellular
phone brick. It had a stick-up aerial.
Bean asked how many free minutes it came with. None. Calls were around 40p a minute then and you paid for every one of them.
What about text messages? They didn’t exist. That Blew. His. Mind. Text messages arrived later that year, but I couldn’t send them. You had to have the next phone up to send, but you could receive them.
What about the internet? Ummm … people didn’t generally even have the internet on their home computer then. In fact, most people didn’t have a home computer then.
Camera? Yes, I had a camera. It was called a camera and was completely separate to my mobile phone.
Bean’s conclusion? Wow, I’m so lucky.
Yes child. You are.