Some mornings arrive quietly, not with a blazing sunrise, but with a soft dawn that gently wakes the world. Today was one of those mornings. I woke up with my daughter beside me — my little nature‑lover who adores watching the sky change colours. She ran to the window with her tiny camera, trying her best to capture the moment. The camera couldn’t quite hold the beauty she saw, so she reached for mine instead.
And then she clicked. A picture so simple, yet so breathtaking — captured by a seven‑year‑old who sees the world with pure wonder.
She’s not a tech child, and I’ve always wanted it that way. I’m not saying technology is bad — it’s a wonderful tool when used for learning, creativity, and education. But it shouldn’t replace the real memories children build with nature, with people, and with the world around them. Childhood deserves fresh air, muddy shoes, crunchy leaves, and stories that live outside screens.
After breakfast, we got ready and walked to school. On the way, she plucked the brown leaves from the trees — autumn is almost here. That small act brought back my own childhood memories. I told her how my friends and I, seven of us, used to walk together to the bus stand every morning.
We didn’t have phones. We had conversations — endless, silly, joyful conversations. We plucked leaves, picked flowers, laughed loudly, and lived fully.
As she listened, she kept collecting leaves the same way I once did. It felt like time folding in on itself — two childhoods meeting in the middle of a morning walk.I see so many parents handing phones to their kids even on the way to school. But children don’t need screens to fill their mornings. They need stories, fresh air, crunchy leaves, and the chance to build memories that smell like nature, not notifications.
Let them enjoy the world. Let them live their childhood. Tell them your stories — they love listening more than we realise.
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