They say that in adulthood, you are
well-served to look back at the things that you loved as a child. Your
favourite book will tell you a lot about yourself - that one you carted
around everywhere and insisted everyone read to you until it looked
shaggier than a mange dog. We are still that person in a lot of ways.
I
was just remembering my love of phones. I always wanted a phone. I was
obsessed with how American girls on sitcoms got phones in their
bedrooms. Hamburger and lip phones were coveted. I would get an old
rotary phone and take it to school - not just primary but high school
(different phones). I would be out at dinner with my parents and be
pretending to take a call from my agent on my flip-cell in 1994. Once in
high school my mum took my fake flip off me and started having phonesex
with the guy I was 'talking to'. To this day you can bet your ass I
would take a corded phone out in public just to confuse people.
What
is it with me and phones? I used to be allured by walkie-talkies and
CBs too, which felt like secret worlds. Like electronic psychic power.
Broadcasting, long before such a thing was ever handed off to us
in the form of the internet.
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