There was a time when childhood unfolded differently. Boredom arrived and stayed long enough to become something else. A stick became a sword. A wand. A fishing pole. A conductor’s baton. A cardboard box became a ship, a shop, a castle, or a secret headquarters. A patch of weeds became a wilderness. Children spent long stretches of time following curiosity wherever it led, without interruption, without optimization, and without something constantly deciding what should come next. Today, even ...

When Childhood Wasn’t Managed by Algorithms

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