When I was a teenager, my mother advised me to place a dime in the toe of my stockings in case I needed to place an emergency call home.
The fact that a phone call home on a public pay phone was only a dime should give you a clue as to which teenaged decade I belonged to.
But let’s just say that disco was in and I was way out.
I followed my mother’s advice and did indeed carry a dime in the reinforced toe of my pantyhose. Although thankfully, I never had to ruin a perfectly good pair of Leggs to retrieve it.
Later when the price of public phone calls calls skyrocketed to two dimes and a nickel, I pursued comfort and got myself a long-distance MCI calling card. Which I hid in my bra.
It was virtually undetectable. Which will give you an idea of the size of my youthful chest. Or lack thereof.
When I could finally afford to rent my own pretty pink princess phone using hard earned baby sitting income, I at last attained some semblance of a private phone conversation in the sanctity of my teenaged bedroom.
While lying on my yellow fur bedspread. Under the ambiance of my blacklight.
But I certainly never had my own phone number. A totally groovy bedroom, yes. But my own private phone. No.
Emme came home from church on Sunday talking about how all the girls in her Sunday School class had cell phones and were texting during class.
Knowing my daughter well, and after doing a little interrogating, I discovered that “all” was more like “two.”
These are 4th and 5th grade girls with their own cell phones. I’ve already established how hopelessly out of date I remain, but I can’t understand why 9 and 10 year old kids have cell phones.
Especially in a world where “sexting” is not uncommon place. My head nearly exploded when I learned what “sexting” was and how young the kids were who were getting caught.
If you’ve ever been an adolescent, then you know how kids can do really stupid things with absolutely no regard for the consequences.
I know, because I was one of those really stupid kids.
A cell phone in my prepubescent hands would have been very dangerous indeed.
So I wanted to come to you all to get your opinion. At what age is it appropriate for a kid to have a cell phone, and under what circumstances?
And btw, Emme has started campaigning for a cell phone, for, you know, the games.
The answer we gave her included something about pigs and flying. Or when she has a job and another address.