01 / The beginning
They gave me access.
My parents were immigrants. They didn’t fully understand the internet, but they spent their hard-earned money to make sure I could explore it. The Pentium computer they bought gave me hours to tinker: slow downloads over a phone line, little websites, Flash games, and a lot of things that didn’t work the first time.
I was a kid finding my way in a new country. Making something on that computer felt like finding a small place of my own. My parents gave me the tools, then the room to see what I could do with them.
I told more of that story in From Pentium to Prompts ↗
