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Skribentens beskrivelse af Facebook“When I was younger, there was nothing called Facebook. I had a joyful childhood without all these electronic tools. My playing ground was called “the outside”. This is how my father often begins his sentence when I don't want to go outside. “Oh, please go outside with your friends, get some fresh air and have fun”. I hear this voice in my head while I picture my father's face. That face! It doesn't look like the happiest face. No, quite the contrary, I can see disappointment, sadness, and a bit of anger. It's weird how much I can see on this face. It makes me feel quite uncomfortable, and what do I do when I see this face? I go into my room, go to the sofa sit down and turn on the TV. Usually there is nothing exciting to watch, so I take my laptop and go on Facebook. I don't know why I don't listen to my father’s voice; perhaps I just find it easier to ignore it. Me and my sister have already picked our room and unpacked. We share a big room with two soft beds. I am currently laying in mine, waiting for her to get in her swimsuit, so we can go down to the lake by the forest. It looks like a nice place to swim.Lignende opgaver |
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