By Stephen Downes - Stephen's Web. Graphics, Streaming, Reflection
From the time I was about 12 years old I delivered newspapers. There was one occasion I was delivering a paper to a red-brick house on Brentwood, with an aluminum screen door, and as I reached to deposit the paper between the doors a young blond boy of about four years old opened the door, and I gave the paper to him. "This is something he might remember the rest of his life," I thought. Then I paused. "No," I decided, "this is something I will remember for the rest of my life." So periodically thereafter, I have replayed the scene in my mind - the door opening, me handing the paper to the kid. And I still remember it, a lifetime later, a small, inconsequential memory reinforced through nothing other than reflection. More...
3 février 2020
Graphics, Streaming, Reflection
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