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ometimes I look around and am really amazed at the changes that have happened in the world since I was a flea on a grasshopper’s back leg. Lem’me tell you, that was a long time ago. 

I wonder sometimes, what my great-grandma would think of this world if she could come back for a little while and see the big jets zippin’ around and the world of Facebook and Twitter and how you can keep in touch with anybody — any place — any time. Wow! Bet she would create a tizzy getting back to her designated heavenly spot. I don’t think she would gladly embrace the technology of today’s computer world.

Buckminster Fuller created the “Knowledge Doubling Curve;” he noticed that until 1900 human knowledge doubled approximately every century. By the end of World War II knowledge was doubling every 25 years. Today things are not as simple as different types of knowledge have different rates of growth. For example, nanotechnology knowledge is doubling every two years and clinical knowledge every 18 months. But on average human knowledge is doubling every 13 months.  According to IBM, the build out of the “internet of things” will lead to the doubling of knowledge every 12 hours.

Nice thought, but somehow, I don’t think that means that I’m going to be twice as smart in the morning.

I’m thinking about the “youngens” of today and their superior “tech” knowledge as compared to the sprites of yesteryear. We didn’t have cell phones, electronic gadgets to play with or friends live on-screen at the touch of a button.

This was a different time. Back then, children made up games and used their imagination to entertain themselves. 

I was born into an average, working family. There were three of us — mom, dad and moi. My best friend shared the same size family unit. She was also an only child. Maybe we were spoiled a little but we sure didn’t think so at the time.

I had a second-hand, re-painted bike. It was a good birthday present.  That’s what dad said anyway.

We did a lot of pretending. The importance of pretending was paramount to the youngsters in my neighborhood. Toys were not that plentiful in my group of friends, so pretending was the way to play. We were all farmer’s kids with parents that had very modest incomes.

I remember straddling a cut off broomstick and riding it all over the pasture pretending it was my big black horse. I could even produce a convincing neigh and paw the ground with a fair amount of skill.

There was one summer when my gal-bud and I got into the “walk on stilts” zone. They were homemade from dad’s lumber pile.  We practiced all summer to become better “stilted” than the other. I don’t know exactly why we got hung up on this particular activity, but we thought it was a very good idea at the time. Something that might someday change the world.

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