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Summer once meant long stretches of open time—bike rides around the neighborhood, running through sprinklers, building forts, and negotiating boredom with little more than a popsicle and a friend with a slightly better imagination. For those of us who grew up in the 1980s or earlier, that freedom came with a subtle gift: we learned how to be alone with ourselves. We had to create something out of nothing. No curated feeds, no constant pings, no pressure to be productive, just time, space, and a slowly forming not yet discovered, yet completely beautiful sense of Self.
Fast forward to today, and childhood looks very different. Parents now face the challenge of raising children in a fully digital world. The pressures are immense—not only from screens but also from the belief that a “good” summer is one filled with enriching activities, perfectly scheduled camps, and endless engagement. For working parents especially, screens have become both a lifeline and a source of guilt.
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