My first social media experience was with Facebook. I was in fifth or sixth grade when I first made my account. I remember to get this account I would BEG my mom every day if I could have one and if my verbal pleads did not bring me success, I would write her notes on why I should get an account. I would write what I thought were great reasons such as, “If you let me have a Facebook I will clean the litterbox,” but in reality, I was still cleaning the damn litterbox whether or not I could write a Facebook status about it. Now, the only time I log into Facebook is when I have to check and see if my mom tagged me in something so I do not get a lecture on why I did not like or comment an emoji on it. I barely even know how to use Facebook, which is the main reason I do not use it actively. Also, none of my friends use it either and I really do not care what Janet put in the crock-pot for dinner Tuesday night or about why Keith thinks Donald Trump is a great president.
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