‘Grannie, did they have computers when you were young?’
His question made me think. Over seven decades between us, and I thought of what it was like in my day. Computers were a speck of dust. We didn’t even have a telephone, and used to share our neighbours.
Now he can see what is happening across the glob with just one click. His future, different, but ultimately the same. I still go hungry to feed him, just as my parents did for me. I want something different for him – something he can look back on and be proud of.
‘What did you want to be when you grew up?’ he asks.
‘I wanted to be a dancer, and travel to those lands in your computer,’ I say.
‘I want to be a doctor, and I am learning so much at school. One day,’ he announces with a grin, ‘I will find a cure for all diseases.’
I had no doubts that he would be famous one day. Here I was learning new things about computers. In return he learnt about me, and how we used to live. Change was a shared experience in life, and I was glad to share it with my grandchild.