“What’s that?” My granddaughter asked me, eyeing what was in my hands.
“It’s a book,” I responded.
“What does it do?” she asked me.
“It doesn’t do anything,” I said. “It’s a book, you open it up and you read it.”
She reached out her small hands towards me and asked, “Can I see it?” I handed it to her. She examined it, turning it over in her hands several times. “How do you turn it on?” she asked.
“You don’t turn it on,” I explained. “You open it up and read it.”
“You already said that, Grandpa,” she pointed out. “How does it work?”
“Come sit on my lap and I’ll show you,” I said. I gave her a hand as she climbed upon my lap. Once she was situated, I put the book into her hands and told her to lift the cover, which she did.
She looked intently at the first page of the book. “What are these?” she asked, pointing to the markings on the page.
“Those are letters and they are used together to create words,” I explained. But I could tell that she didn’t understand. So I started reading the words on the pages. She was fascinated, but still confused.
“This is how we learned when I was your age,” I explained. “Reading books like this was entertaining as well as informative.”
“So you had to read a book like this to learn things?” She asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I read many, many books. I loved reading books. But we didn’t have eKnowlege implants like you have today. We had to read books back in the day.”
Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt for this week.