This story from Kaylie.
Back before we all knew how evil the internet is, my parents let me use it pretty much however and whenever. When I was in 7th grade, I asked my parents if I could get my own email address. My father laughed.
Apparently, he’d mentioned to my principal that I was allowed to use the internet. “You just wait,” my principal warned ominously. “Next thing she’ll be wanting her own email address!” And lo — he was right.
A few years later the school required us to give our passwords to our parents, so they could keep an eye on our online communication. I dutifully did so, and then changed it. My parents must have never bothered checking, because they never mentioned it.