On a recent car ride, my sons, Billy and Jimmy,
were discussing an interactive “Minecraft” show
on Netflix that allowed them to choose the
direction of the story. I said it sounded like a
“Choose Your Own Adventure” book, an artifact
of my 1980s childhood.
Then Billy, who’s 10 years old, surprised me. He
had heard of “Choose Your Own Adventure.”
“My friend had one. He said I could read it when
he was done,” Billy said. He paused, long enough
for me to know what he would say next.
“That was right before the virus,” he said.
For my kids, 2020 has been the opposite of a
choose-your-own-adventure story. Their options
have dwindled. Windows of opportunity have
appeared to crack open, only to slam in their faces.