I remember my first phone, a Nokia 5210. I was late to the party because I didn't want my parents to know where I was. After they got fed up of not knowing where I was, they bought me a phone. I could call, send messages, and play snake. That was it. That was until the point I accidentally left my phone at Ramsgate train station. After calling it (from a friend's phone) I heard a voice on the other side say, "finders keepers, losers weepers', and that was that. In hindsight, I was free again.
Fast forward nearly 20 years and our phones are now part of us, whether we like to admit it or not. We carry them everywhere, look at them all the time, endlessly scroll through stuff that doesn't even matter to us. To conquer this addiction, I have started to leave my phone in the other room... That should help keep usage down. Also, we're so readily available to all of our friends and family all the time, it's healthy to switch off every once in a while too. I'm looking forward to the day I won't need a phone at all, what a simpler life that would be.
