Hello I’m Duarte. I’m a ten years old a boy. In Christmas, I’ve got a computer and internet with 8mb velocity of access.
I’ve immediately as ked my father to set it up.
John, my father, told me that I would have to talk to him first. He called me to his room and said:
- My son, we have to talk about the dangers of the internet.
- Don’t tell me that when I’m on the net I can get killed…!
- Of course not, but you can get into something dangerous!
- Like?!
- In the internet there are some chats you can have access to but you must be careful with them. You most know the rules. Never tell strangers you real name, your phone number and your address.
- Yes, dad , I know…
as if my dad understood anything about the net…
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