Noah Comet: A nature-loving father wonders whether the internet is as good for his son as the outdoors

On fall afternoons in the late 1980s, my mother knew better than to keep me inside.With the school day ended, I was free to bungee my tape deck to the handlebar of my BMX bike, fire up some Pink Floyd and ride the streets of suburban Cleveland, falling in with the usual horde of neighborhood kids.We'd raise leaf piles to annihilate with our bikes; we'd dig trenches in mud, poke dead squirrels with sticks and jump out of trees; and we'd sprain fingers and bloody our knees.

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