I got my first cellphone in 7th grade, ‘for emergencies’. It was a candybar style, with a changeable faceplate. Mine was purple and iridescent. I kept it at the bottom of my backpack. This was when ringtones were only .midis. I had the SpongeBob theme song. Sometimes it would turn on, I’d get a random call for someone who had my number before me. I’d hear the ringtone, thinking it was an ice cream truck, and therefore, run in circles excitedly. Life was chill 10 years ago.
I was maybe 9 when I went to the beach in lower Maine with my family. I watched a group of kids or teens dig a massive hole in the sand from our hotel balcony. Hours passed and I checked in here and there. It got bigger and bigger, deeper and deeper, until they could stand in it with a few inches above them before it broke level with the land. The tide started coming in, and they all hopped out safely. They watched it fill in and relevel. The next day, it was not there. There had been no other agenda other than to dig a hole and play in it. Perhaps an element of wonder or curiosity of how big it could get. No one had taken video or even a photo, and the data from that experience was only shared within their group to their friends and family. I wonder if they remember that day. Come to think of it, my experience of it is even more unique, due to the angle I viewed it at. Sometimes I miss the world pre-YouTube.