Prologue
When I was weeding through my tweets, I became stuck on this one tweet: "Think it's crazy that my little brother texts me from his iPod touch. He's only ten! Damn these kids are so advanced!! #twitterive". I then started to think what place could ever be associated with this tweet. It hit me. How about the innocence of youth? My place that I feel is native to me would be my back yard. This is where I grew up, as well my little brother. Throughout this twitterive I will have many pieces that portray the innocence of the youth and how over many generations the "innocence" has changed. I will focus on technology, music, the way children interact, etc. Enjoy!
Inspired Tweets:
-Think it's crazy that my little brother texts me from his iPod touch. He's only ten! Damn these kids are so advanced!! #twitterive -Happy Valetine's Day <3 I will never forget the valentines parties from elementary school! #twitterive #tfws12 -All the people I love and care about have been in this yard and hung out back here. #twitterive -The backyard parties still play in my mind. #twitterive -Over grown weeds and non-used swing set still seems soothing to me. #twitterive -I find comfort in this place. #twitterive -How come I never see kids playing outside anymore ? #twitterive |
My Theme: Is the ever changing generations and how everything in their lives are different from generations past.
My Repetend: Innocence of youth? |
My Back Yard
_The location of my “native place”, was basically simple and easy to decide. I was taking notes on what ideas I could use for my twitterive and then it hit me. My backyard is my native place. I grew up back there playing with my family and friends. Now, my little brother, Victor, is doing the same thing. But yet, it’s totally different. He plays back there maybe for an hour or two over the weekends, hardly on the weekdays. How is this normal for children? Shouldn't they be running around until dinner time when they are forced back in the house? Well, times have changed. I had spent hours upon hours back there playing my little heart out. Now, my yard is mainly used as a place for bugs to reproduce within the piles of branches and debris that my step-father doesn’t take care of. My little brother rarely ever plays in my yard. To me, it’s hard to picture a childhood without that yard.
Then Now
Interviews
Below I have an interview with my father and my brother. My father was born in 1947. My brother was born in 2001. The questions are designed to show how changes through out generations are changing the "innocence of youth".
Walt Jones (65)
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Victor Friscia (10)
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My ChildHood
When I think of my childhood I remember:
Disney
Barbies
Swimming
Tag
Jail Break
Hide & Seek outside
Dress up
Playing School
Spice Girls
Disney Sing-Alongs
Micro Fiction
__I’m not sure how I old I was during those times but I do know all I
wanted in life was my relatives, and my imagination. The summers of my
childhood are indescribable. Vivid images always flash when I return to
my yard. The backyard parties still play in my mind.
But it’s not the same. After the divorce of my parents, life changed. I
went from adventurous youngster, to fearful kid in an instant. I was
normal. I wasn’t depressed or sad all the time. I just lost one of the
best I ever had in life. Backyard parties were the best at my house. My
dad would set up tents, neighbors would bring tables from their yards,
kids were swimming in the pool for hours, a DJ was there, and karaoke
was piercing our ears. I don’t even have a pool anymore! I wish my pool didn’t collapse.
Emptiness fills the yard. Critters in the grass are the new partiers
and karaoke kings and queens. Life’s different. My family gets together
every now and then. Cousins were living with me at one point, barely
even call us now. Who knows how life would be if those parties
continued. My father says that his family only gets together at
funerals. He is joking on the outside, but on the inside, we are all old
enough to know that this is true. He misses his old life and
unbreakable bond we all shared in that yard.
So What does all this Mean?
As you can see... through each generation the level of innocence has dropped. My fathers generation has master quotes such as "I came home for dinner when the street lights came on." I'm pretty sure my parents wouldn't let me leave my street without adult supervision until I was 16. My father would beg to stay outside for even an extra ten minutes with his friends. Now my brother fights with my parents to pressure them into allowing ten more minutes of playtime on his iPod touch. He spends hours at a time with the laptop open blasting songs from LMFAO(which ten year olds shouldn't even know), playing x-box live, while iMessaging with friends.
The generations are becoming so technology inclined and dependant that even our children are being affected. The relationships that children have with each other are changing overtime.
The way children speak to each other is changing over time.
The games children play are changing over time.
The music children listen to is basically songs meant for adults with "bleeps" or less harsh words sensoring overtop the curses.
The way children speak to each other is changing over time.
The games children play are changing over time.
The music children listen to is basically songs meant for adults with "bleeps" or less harsh words sensoring overtop the curses.