"The Fun They Had"

​​​​​​     Margie even wrote about that night in her diary. On the Page ​​​​​​headed 17 May 2157, she wrote, " Today Tummy found a real book!"

     It was a very old book. Margie's grandfather once said that when he was little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper.

     They turn the pages, which were yellow and crinkly, and it was awfully funny to read words that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to- on a screen, you know. And then when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it that it had had when they read it the first time.

    "Gee‚" said Tommy, "what a waste. When you are through with the book, you just throw it away, I guess. Our television screen must have had a million books on it and it's good for plenty more. I wouldn't throw it away."

    "Same with mine," said Margie. She was eleven(11) and hadn't seen as many telebooks as Tommy had. He was thirteen(13).

      She said, "Where did you find it?"

      "In my house."He pointed without looking, because he was busy reading. "In the attic."

   "What's it abouy?"

     "School."

    Margie was scornful."School?What's there to write about school? I hate school."

    Margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever. The machanical teacher had been giving her test in geography and she had been doing worse and worse until her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and sent for the County Inspector.