Ruth Hopkins: Growing up on a reservation without technology
Posted: Friday, July 20, 2012
"Every now and again, I suffer from bouts of technology fatigue. I remember a simpler time. When I was a kid growing up on the rez, we didn’t have cell phones—heck, we didn’t even have voicemail or caller ID. Sometimes we didn’t have a phone in our house at all. Atari, then Nintendo existed, but we couldn’t afford one. Video games were in arcades. Laptops? Not quite. My brother had a Commodore 64 that he plugged into an old black and white TV. No cable, and no Blu-ray or DVD player either. We had three channels, received thanks to rabbit ears festooned with tin foil.
Looking back on it, having a lack of tech device access as a child allowed me to live a charmed life and flourish. During the summer, I’d wake up at sunrise, play outside all day long, and come in at sundown. My friends (mostly cousins) and I would swim at the lake, ride our bikes, build forts, play sports, and explore. I’d come home with skinned knees and elbows, covered in dirt, and usually carrying a woodtick or two, but the fresh air kept me healthy.
We didn’t have Kindles or e-books. Instead, during the school year I used the Dewey Decimal System to find secret treasures in the library so I could page through books that opened the doors of my imagination. In winter, there were snow tunnels to be built, and Saturdays were spent sledding or ice skating on ponds."
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