That’s just the way her generation is, she said. (Because she’s a minor, I’m not using her real name.) She told me she’d spent most of the summer hanging out alone in her room with her phone. Sometimes they save screenshots of particularly ridiculous pictures of friends. They make sure to keep up their Snapstreaks, which show how many days in a row they have Snapchatted with each other. Unlike the teens of my generation, who might have spent an evening tying up the family landline with gossip, they talk on Snapchat, the smartphone app that allows users to send pictures and videos that quickly disappear. More often, Athena and her friends spend time together on their phones, unchaperoned. Those mall trips are infrequent-about once a month. I have to check in every hour or every 30 minutes.” I just have to tell my mom where we’re going. “We’ll go with my mom and brothers and walk a little behind them.
“Do your parents drop you off?,” I asked, recalling my own middle-school days, in the 1980s, when I’d enjoy a few parent-free hours shopping with my friends. We chatted about her favorite songs and TV shows, and I asked her what she likes to do with her friends. She answered her phone-she’s had an iPhone since she was 11-sounding as if she’d just woken up. O ne day last summer, around noon, I called Athena, a 13-year-old who lives in Houston, Texas.
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