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Do you remember life before the internet?

Do you remember a time before the Internet reshaped our lives? I do. It was a world where the Sun rose, the Moon glowed, and the night sky sparkled with countless stars. We noticed these wondersbecause we weren’t glued to screens. Life was simpler, slower, and full of real-world adventures. Back then, playtime meant running outside, climbing trees, and collecting scratches or bruises (if you were lucky enough to avoid a broken bone!). We didn’t scroll for entertainment; we lived it. Falling was part of the fun, and every scraped knee told a story of a day well-spent. A World of Real Connections Socializing meant face-to-face conversations, not likes or emojis. To share gossip or ideas, you had to cultivate friendships and speak in complete sentences. There were no shortcutsno single emoji to sum up a hundred words. Building relationships took effort, but those connections felt deep and meaningful. The… Do you remember life before the internet?

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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was five, the concept of growing up felt like a distant myth. I was convinced I’d stay young forever, trapped in a blissful bubble of endless possibility. Life back then was pure, unadulterated fun. School? was a pain. But the real teachers were the comics stacked by my bedside, their colorful pages unlocking the mysteries of the world. The Phantom’s jungle adventures fueled my dreams. Drawn by the legendary Lee Falk, his tales of masked heroism had me flexing my scrawny arms, imagining muscles that could crush villains into submission. I’d patrol my backyard, picturing myself as the Ghost Who Walks, ready to restore justice with a single punch. Then there was Mandrake the Magiciananother Falk masterpiece. His hypnotic gestures and suave cape promised a future where I’d wield magic to outsmart chaos, bending reality with a flick of my wrist. And oh, those rare Flash Gordon comics!… When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

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An item you were incredibly attached to as a youth.

When I was young, I was incredibly attached with an old radioa Philips three-band, battery-operated model. It worked perfectly fine, but curiosity got the better of me one day, and I decided to open it up. By the time I screwed the last nut back in place, the radio started misbehaving. After days of tinkering, I managed to fix itbut at a cost. The back cover broke, leaving my beloved radio exposed. Refusing to give up, I improvised. I mounted all the parts onto a wooden board, secured the batteries with nails, soldered the wires together, and, to my amazement, the radio came back to life. It looked like a messa Frankenstein’s monster with an antennabut I loved it nonetheless. That radio became my window to the world. I spent countless hours listening to the BBC, Voice of America, All India Radio, the Sri Lanka Broadcasting Corporation, and the Australian… An item you were incredibly attached to as a youth.