Max Anderson

Technology, Kids, and Reading

A year or two ago, when a friend of mine returned from traveling in Japan, he told me that students in Japan’s public schools wear uniforms, so it was easy for my friend to spot them on the street. He noticed that as students waited on the street corner for their busses, no one spoke. The children didn’t look at one another, nor did they even seem to be aware of the others surrounding them. How could they? Each had his or her own electronic device in hand and were looking down at them.

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K.D. McCrite

The Blessing of a Broken Leg

When I was four years old, my big brother (who was fourteen) agreed to give me ride on his bicycle. This was not the first time I had ridden behind him, jostling down the ruts and rocks of the old dirt road that sliced through our farm. Although the ride was rough and bouncy, I loved those times with the sunshine and shade taking turns falling across us and wind blowing in our faces. It was fun to spend time with my brother.

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