There is a generation of kids growing up whose entire lives are digitally documented. Growing up in the fifties and sixties, my cohorts and I didn’t have photos taken of ourselves every day let alone every week or every month. (More)

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The boomers had school photos every fall and perhaps some shots over the holidays and for big events like confirmation or a family reunion or wedding. I suppose the cost of film and processing had something to do with this. I can’t remember ever asking my parents to take my picture.

My grandkids are 9, 7 and 4½. Their entire lives are captured on digital photos and videos and stored in the cloud. They have no concerns about taking a ‘bad’ picture because they can take another one instantly. In the summer I have each of them for a week, one at a time. They borrow my cell phone and take selfies as they ride along in the back seat of the car. They look at photos I have taken and ask that we text it to their parents. We take videos of some memorable and some quite forgettable activities, also texted home.

I got a message mid-summer from Apple that my iPhone was running out of storage and that I needed to upgrade. It puzzled me until I looked at the photos in my phone. Turns out that in the 11 mile trip from my campground into town it is possible to take a couple hundred selfies. Who knew?

My son and daughter-in-law have a selection of family photos that play as wall paper on the television when there is no show playing. The kids can look up and see their lives go by. Every once in a while they stop and point at a photo and talk about it.

The grandkids are fond of the selfies they take trying to make goofy faces. Eye rolls, tongues sticking out, fish mouths … the weirder the better. I had to take the photos of them eating s’mores. Can you imagine what that gooey marshmallow would do to a phone?

They are fascinated by hard copy photos of their dad as a child and have asked why there aren’t more pictures of him. Somehow they seem to think he was deprived because there aren’t any selfies of him. I had to tell them that phones were attached to the wall and not pocket sized and that people actually thought that no one would ever want to have something like “FaceTime” on their phones. They stare at my descriptions of life even 30 years ago and look at me like I am beyond old.

I look at them and wonder just how they will define privacy as they grow up.