01 / The beginning
They gave me access.
My parents were immigrants. They bought me a Pentium computer and gave me room to be curious. I spent hours tinkering with it: 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.
I told more of that story in From Pentium to Prompts ↗
