The process of change between generations is all too natural. I still remember my aunt telling us how she could cook and sew things to perfection when she was 10, and how my siblings and I were good for nothing. At 10, I (a part of Gen X) was caught between somehow finishing my homework, and rushing to the nearby park in the evening to play. But, I was open to sharing spaces with family (there was always someone visiting) and doing sundry household chores. At 10, my child, who is a Gen Z, had to be cajoled to leave his gadgets behind and go out to the park in the evening, was not held responsible for any household chores, and had a defined sense of his individuality and privacy.