When I was 9 years-old, my father gifted me this beige beauty:

Back in the 80s, this opened up a magical world. One where I could give instructions to a machine and it will behave according to my programming.

Like so many others, I got hooked to the idea of building a conversational game, or designing a database to keep track of my music cassettes, or finding ways to solve math problems programatically.

I would obsess over an idea, and craft my way into bringing it to life.

I learned the
thrills of being a builder.