Sometimes when my teenage son attempts to educate me about the internet, I find myself tempted to quote Aslan from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, “Do not cite the deep magic to me, witch. I was there when it was written.”

I remember the high-pitched screeches and squeals emitting from the cumbersome modems used for dial-up internet service. I remember waiting for what seemed an eternity for downloads to complete. I remember compiling college research for a paper in just one evening that would previously have taken me days to pull together at the library.