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My son got his first mobile phone when he was 12. He got it when he moved to Singapore. He was traveling to and from school by himself and I wanted to make sure he could reach us if he needed to.
Come to think of it, he'd been travelling to and from school by himself since he was 10, but in Toronto he was going to a school in the neighbourhood and was largely walking to and from school with his friends.
I get his bill every month and I can say that he never exceeds his flat rates for text messages or hours. Never. It's there so we can reach him or vice versa. Now that he's 16, he uses it more frequently with his friends but no more than I do (i.e. just enough to coordinate).
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