My first computer was a Sinclair ZX81 that my dad and I built from a kit. I would have been in… sixth grade? My parents wouldn’t allow video games in the house, and I became obsessed with learning to program so that I could make my own. I spent thousands of hours banging away in Basic and Assembly, trying to write something that resembled the state of the art Atari games of the day. By 1983, my skin had acquired the kind of pallor seldom seen outside of supermax prisons, and my parents were regretting that they had put me on the path.
Good times.
