Beyond the Blue Light: A Reflection on Tech Addiction and the Lost Art of Being Alone
My parents gave me my first cell phone when I was twelve years old. It wasn't a fancy iPhone or anything; not even close. Just a simple black flip phone for when I needed to call or text them after school. Despite the fact that it lacked all the bells and whistles, I loved that phone. It made me feel like a grown-up—responsible, trusted, and mature.
