Ten-year-old Mia knelt on the living room rug, her tablet glowing in the dim light. She wasn’t playing a game or watching a movie. She was curating .
Mia thought about that. She thought about the difference between spinning a web for the world to see and spinning one just to catch what mattered.
Then she fell asleep, dreaming not of screens, but of a pig named Wilbur and a very wise spider.
Ten-year-old Mia knelt on the living room rug, her tablet glowing in the dim light. She wasn’t playing a game or watching a movie. She was curating .
Mia thought about that. She thought about the difference between spinning a web for the world to see and spinning one just to catch what mattered.
Then she fell asleep, dreaming not of screens, but of a pig named Wilbur and a very wise spider.