Born in the early- to mid-’90s, present on this planet for a decade plus a few years, are our teenagers. As adults, it’s hard to get our heads around how different the world is now than it was back in the day.
I walked to and from school. Not the proverbial “10 miles in 6 feet of snow,” but I walked. There, and anywhere else I needed to go. My homework took about 10 minutes, after which it was game on — I headed outside as fast as my feet would carry me. And we stayed outside running around until we were exhausted. About then my mom would call us in for a meal. She cooked every night of the week. Yeah, it was different.
That’s not to say it was better, but it was different. I spent zero minutes per day texting, social networking, Web surfing or watching movies. And just as I am delighted and amazed at the natural ability this generation has to speak the language of technology, I am hopeful that somewhere along the way, technology will provide them the valuable lessons about what real food is, and they will have the chance to feel the freedom of running around in their back yards just because it feels good to breathe fresh air and be silly. I want them to know that “real food” doesn’t come from a sliding window; it isn’t handed to you in a bag.