Don't get me wrong. Gadgets have their place. I myself am the proud owner of a smartphone, a laptop, a digital piano, an "ay carumba!" recording device for song demos which is the envy of most blokes, a camera with Super high definition video capability and a downstairs router which talks to the one upstairs.
And sure, computer games are fun. It's just that my son, my only progeny, the sole product of my loins, is not yet seven. I breath such a sigh of relief when I see him climbing trees, and befriending fellow climbers of his own age, instead of dumbly installed in front of the tube- or asking to be- again.
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