When I was growing up, computers were not necessarily brand new but still pretty recent. When my kids grow up, however, the flying car will be 'recent'.
I find it completely mind-boggling how I can sit here now, slam my finger tips down on a few letters and out come my feelings into a little box on my screen, made up of a few pixels.
Obviously I sometimes which I was in the 1950s where relationships weren't controlled by how good you looked on a Facebook photo or what this person said on their status last night.
That's the crazy thing about it. People really do set their lives around what happens on Facebook, ''Who went to that place?', 'How could she post that?' 'How dare she wear such a foul dress?!'.
I can't say I don't love Facebook, hotmail and all other sorts of emailing and social network sites, because I do. I also adore the fact that someone can ask me a question about setting an account up or how to download pictures from a digital camera and I know the answer.
I take ICT at A level, and like to brag about the fact that I got an A at GCSE, but looking back on it makes me realise that now, it's kind of necessary to have those qualifications.
What will journalists do in ten years time? Most people just log into websites to find out their daily news, or watch it on the TV. In fact, one of the only people I know to walk down to the paper shop on a Sunday morning for the paper is my Grandad.
I know that my future job, unless all fails and I become a nun, will entail some sort of ICT work. Even if it's just sitting down and typing something out, because life and business revolves around computer systems. In fact, I may have to invest in an iPad soon, just for future reference.
So, as I sit here now with my wireless (and very pretty, may I add) laptop, I'll keep thanking my GCSE ICT teacher for pushing me into the A level course too.
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