I'm 25 years old. I really feel like I'm a lot younger--I'm still kinda wondering whether or not I'm a teenager--but being around a quarter-century? That's the truth.
And there's a lot of stuff that creeps me out about getting older, that reminds me of how long I've been around. If someone was born in the year 2000, I still assume they were JUST born like two seconds ago. But they're 10, old enough to form their own opinions.
And, apparently, to have their own cell phone. In fact, according to this study, that whipper snapper born at the turn of the millenium has had a phone for two years. That's right: kids are now getting their first phones at the age of eight.
That threw me for a loop. I remember being a little late to the game and not getting my first cell phone until those now-10-year-olds were just born. As the proud owner of a Nokia 5110, I was able to make phone calls, save phone numbers, and play snake (you might end up wasting a few minutes on that link, BTW). All the technological marvels of the year 2000.
In the year 2010, web-enabled smartphones are becoming more prevelant. By the year 2015, 60% of phones should be able to access the Internet. That's twice the number that are around today, for a total of 3.8 billion phones. That's "billion" with a "b," or more than half of the population of Earth.
But here I am, the 25-year-old with a phone that can't access the web... but it can do THIS.
--Brandon
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