The first book I ever read as a child was Little House on the Prairie. (A good series, even if there was a stunning lack of dragons in the books.) I’m not sure what other kids got out of the series, but my reading experience could be summed up with the sentence: I’m really glad I live in modern times. The thought of a life without plumbing, TV, or peanut butter sandwiches was enough to make my second-grade self shudder. I couldn’t fathom how people survived without modern conveniences.
It was years until I realized the harsh truth about life in the developing countries of the world. That Little House on the Prairie existence is still lived by millions if not billions. I shake my head at their plight and give money to humanitarian groups to help them.
The ironic thing about all of this is that those modern conveniences, and our dependency on them, may one day be our downfall.