My parents are teachers. In the 1970s, my mom’s school gave her a newfangled “personal computer” to take home for the summer and try to figure out some use for.
7-year-old me was addicted to the thing from day one and my mom barely got a chance to touch it all summer. Out of the box it didn’t do much, but the manuals showed you how to program it to do whatever you wanted to. I read those books cover to cover and inhaled all the other books and magazines on the subject I could find. Thinking up a program from scratch and seeing it do things on its own was unlike any experience I’d ever had.
Coming up on 50 years later, making computers do things is still a joy, I’m pretty good at it, and people pay me money to do it. Can’t complain about how that turned out!
My parents are teachers. In the 1970s, my mom’s school gave her a newfangled “personal computer” to take home for the summer and try to figure out some use for.
7-year-old me was addicted to the thing from day one and my mom barely got a chance to touch it all summer. Out of the box it didn’t do much, but the manuals showed you how to program it to do whatever you wanted to. I read those books cover to cover and inhaled all the other books and magazines on the subject I could find. Thinking up a program from scratch and seeing it do things on its own was unlike any experience I’d ever had.
Coming up on 50 years later, making computers do things is still a joy, I’m pretty good at it, and people pay me money to do it. Can’t complain about how that turned out!