The last 15 years of life before the Internet were a magical time… Or so historians might write one day.
For me, the start of the digital revolution coincided with my own independence.
When I look back at 15, the year before I could drive, the year before freedom came my way in the form of my own vehicle, the year before girls, the year before work, the year before Tim Berners-Lee thought interconnectivity would be a good thing for this world, I see the last vestiges of a simpler time glowing like the embers of a late-summer fire.
Maybe mobile and smartphones were the bigger revolution, but when I was 15, I still dreamed. I went camping with my friends and spent time at coffee shops without staring at a screen every five minutes.