The Scenic Lane Home

June 17, 2024

Last week, I was in the car with my mom driving along the highway when we got stuck behind a bus that was stopped at our old street.

I grew up on a quaint road in Landrum. I know every bump in that road, every tree that shades it, and the names of all my neighbors I passed on the way to my childhood home. 

Last week, sitting in the line of traffic, two kids stepped out of the yellow bus. They had hoods on (it was about 80 degrees outside), and both were staring down at their phones. 

I wondered for a second if the little schoolgirl was the same one I had babysat when I lived on that street but later realized she was one of the kiddos who now lives in my old house. 

I know her exact walk to that house. I know the door she walks through, how it sounds as it opens, and what blooming trees she would see on her walk there. It’s the second to last house on the right. The one with the oak tree. Her bedroom is the same room where I grew up, wrote novels as a teenager, and cried over my first breakup. The walk to that house is so beautiful.

And she was looking at her phone. 

Last Wednesday, my Microsoft Word completely crashed and deleted every single article, column, and essay I’d ever written. Even two original manuscripts were gone forever (thankfully published already, however.) 

Devastated as I was, the unfortunate turn of events left me with at least two additional unpublished manuscripts, the outline of one article, and some old files I was able to pull from emails I’d sent.

Ugh! I complained all day about how I would rather break my wrists and nails working on a typewriter every day than depend wholly on an Apple laptop. Truly, it is never worth losing the archive of everything you’ve ever written just for the convenience of what a laptop offers. (I’ll argue that with anyone who wants to fight me on it.)

And that schoolgirl on the prettiest lane I knew as a kid was staring at her phone. 

I might not give anything, but I’d give something to just be able to be her age again and trekking that road in the springtime. What’s she going to remember when she’s twenty-five and trying to recall the place where she grew up? A TikTok video she saw as she hopped off the school bus one day? 

Absolutely not. And thank goodness I didn’t neglect my surroundings and beautiful nature because of a screen. The thing about screens––they train your attention span to last about five seconds. Growing up without one, I can remember every pothole and crack on that road and wouldn’t miss a beat if I were walking it again. 

In some twisted way, technology fails us every single time we lay eyes on it. 

I’m just glad I was twenty-five years old before I allowed it to fail me. One archive I didn’t have to lose to Apple? The walk home on that scenic lane.


M.M. Cochran is the author of YA novel Between the Ocean and the Stars and has an educational background in English and creative writing. She has worked in the journalism industry, as well as the agenting and publishing industry, and she is currently a news reporter for The Greer Citizen. M.M. can be found collecting coffee mugs, slipping into an oversized sweater, and hanging out with her standard poodle. Her debut novel, Between the Ocean and the Stars, can be found online at or To keep up with her writing journey, follow her on Instagram @m.m.cochran_writer.


Featured image by Scott Web.