Remember back in the day when you were a kid at your grandpas house and they started telling you about how hard they had it back in the day.  Telling you stories like how they had to walk a km to school both ways up hill in 3 feet of snow with no winter jacket.  They would tell me these stories religiously and every time I hear them I would just roll my eyes and B line it outside, but a couple days ago I had a thought/vision and it’s like this.  What will I say to my kids about my hard times as a youth…Will it be how I had to wait outside my house for the school bus to pick me up,  how we had to answer every single phone call because there was no such thing as caller ID  and since cell phones weren’t invented if we told our friends to meet us  somewhere for a certain time it was basically blind faith that we show up because if we didn’t one person would be waiting  for a longtime.    But lets think even deeper because this is just the tip of the iceberg.  What will our grand kids be saying to there youth,  will they be complaining about how teleportation hasn’t been invented yet, or how the flying school bus wasn’t working and how they missed there shuttle to mars because of bad solar flares.

just a thought