Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.
Type. Type. Type. Type. Type.
The cutting edge technology of AOL Instant Message.
We thought we were so cool. Because, let’s face it, we were.
If only I had saved the AIM conversations I clicked away on my family’s dinosaur desktop.
The laughs and tears. The drama. The late-nights solving life’s biggest issues.
Instant Message was what we did. It was what we knew.
I have posted in the past about how special it was for me to be able to communicate with family. Cousin B and I, four years apart, spent hours talking during my high school days – his college days. It’s incredible how much you don’t know about someone until you start opening conversation boxes and typing your heart out.
IM is sort of a “thing of the past,” thanks to text messaging, though everyone (basically) knows how to use IM in some form or another.
Facebook offers a chat feature. At work there is a chat feature on our computer-based-online-phone system. And e-mail hosts offer various forms of AOL’s ground-breaking IM.
One such e-mail host was the medium for a chat I had last week with one of my cousin’s kids. Checking e-mails, and reading hockey news headlines, I was genuinely surprised when I heard the ding of an online conversation opening up; inviting me to type and talk. Gladly, I responded. Smiling at the growing-too-fast-I-can’t-believe-I-held-you-as-a-baby, cousin on the other end.
And again it hit me, what goes around comes around. Because I am now typing on a laptop as my cousin clicks on their family’s desktop. We’re conversing about life. With all of its highs and lows, lefts and rights. And in this AIM out-dated world that we live in, talking with family – no matter the technology available – will never be a thing of the past.
Have an AOL Instant Message French Fry Friday kind of day!