Then: Princess Phones Now iPhones

Then:  Princess Phones

Now:  iPhones

The day my mom gave me my very own princess phone, was one of the happiest days of my life.  Imagine that?  A simple pink phone with a rotary dial and I was in heaven.  It wasn’t even my own private number, but the same one shared by the entire family.  It had a long extension cord so that I was able to move around my room, but that was as far as I could go with it.  Not into the kitchen.  Not into the backyard.  Not into my car.  And certainly not to the mall.

But it was a symbol of independence.  I could stay in my room now and talk, without anyone listening to my conversations.  Or so I thought.  My sister soon learned that if she unscrewed the mouthpiece on her new Princess phone, she could listen in on my conversations without me hearing her breathing.
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Minutes after my conversation ended, she’d appear in my doorway and start teasing me.  “So you were kissing the back of your hand (smack, smack) for practice with Johnny.  First he has to ask you out, you know.”  She’d say all this with a look in her eye that justified getting a sock thrown at her face.  Then she’d run down the hall with me on her heels.

These arguments always ended up with us hugging and kissing and promising never to listen in again.  Until the next time.  And usually the next time, I was listening in on her.

When I showed my daughter this prized Princess phone, she looked at me like I was crazy.  So? she said, whipping out her new iPhone.  This is something to be excited about!  It has everything simply by touching the screen.  She wasn’t kidding.

These new phones are way more than Alexander Graham Bell ever imagined.  Lost?  Touch the GPS mapping icon.  Want a favorite song?  Press the iPod.  Bored?  Play iBowl.   Having a hot flash?  Check WeatherBug for the temperature in Iceland.  Want to capture the moment?  Use the camera.  Running late?  Email the office.  Oh, and yes, you can call someone.  Because don’t forget, after all, it is a phone.

As she showed me all these features, I started to imagine what would be next.  Where would technology take us?  Maybe we could simply touch our thumbs to the screen and our phones will be able to read our moods and know what we’d like for dinner.  This information will then be transmitted to our kitchens where R2D2 (or your robot of choice) would make the meal and have it on the table for you when you get home.

“You want to put this old thing on ebay?” My daughter asked, pulling me out of my futuristic dreams.  “I can do it for you right now.”  She positioned her iPhone to take a photo of my Princess phone.

“Absolutely not!” I said, pressing the old phone to my chest.  I knew that somewhere inside this phone were all those conversations, both mine and my sister’s, from long ago.

You don’t need a memory stick to keep memories alive.