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My son turns 5 in October. He starts school in a couple of weeks. He has a tablet — Amazon Fire for Kids — and knows how to flick around the Photos app on my phone. Yet I’m already thinking about what the internet will look like when he’s old enough to be online without me hovering nearby. Will it be a place he can explore, or a place locked away behind layers of verification and proof? He is growing up with technology that, at times, still feels fantastically magical to me. I remember having only three TV channels, having to get up to push the button on the TV itself to change channel, and our home phone number being five digits long. My internet is old My Dad was interested in computers when they arrived in his school — he brought a BBC Microcomputer home to figure out what he could do with it. As an eight-year-old, it was an interesting thing to have in the house, but I was never that interested in what it could do as much as how it did it. I veered away from Computer Studies at…

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