A Shot and a Thought: Generations

The second in my series.

I love technology.  While I am not at the very top of the list when it comes to enjoying and understanding that technology, I am much closer to the top than the bottom of that list.

This being said, I can’t help but be somewhat awed at how easily my two and a half year old daughter uses technology, not to mention how easily she will adapt to whatever is served up by the latest batch of wiz kids.

When I was young, the first piece of “cool” technology was the original Atari (this was even before it was known as the 2600).  The earliest TVs I can remember in my family didn’t have remotes, and I can remember when we got out first touch tone phone.  All of this was happening roughly when I was 10-12 years old.
Now, at two and a half, Chloe dominates the remote control, loads and watches DVDs on her own and can use a mouse on a  computer to look at photos, listen to music and play games.  Most impressively to me, Chloe is a wizard on my iPhone.

With the iPhone, Chloe knows no fear.  Granted, Apple has done a great job of making the iPhone easy to use, but their target audience certainly is not the 2-3 year old demographic.  It is nothing for Chloe to pick up the phone, turn it on, scan through photos, especially of her (she is a bit of a narcissist), watch videos, play games and take photos.  For some of the games, she can even get into the menu system and change settings to her liking.  She also likes to use different camera apps, both to take the photos, and to do post processing.  She loves to show her mom and dad her finished photos, proudly insisting that we drop whatever we are doing and have a look at the results.  I can’t remember being two and a half, but certainly I was not using anything as technical as an iPhone.

Of course, Chloe is a child prodigy, but I like to think that I was a bright enough kid to pick up on things pretty quickly.  It can’t be just differences in intelligence that put so much distance between my childhood experiences and my daughter’s.  Things change, grow and improve at such a fantastic rate; I know that Chloe will one day feel the same way about her son or daughter’s abilities with new technology as I do now.  What those exact technologies will be is beyond the scope of my imagination and will be surprising to Chloe herself.  In a way, these advances already make me feel old, but in other ways, they excite and energize me beyond expression.  I hope and trust that Chloe at 42 can feel the same way when watching over her children.

As a part of today’s post, I have a bonus photo.

This photo is not mine, but Chloe’s.  Chloe arranged her two favourite stuffed toys, took the photos, converted them to black and white and saved the result.  All I had to do was to bring them off the camera, resize and upload.  I think she has a great artistic eye for a new photographer.  Then again, I am biased.