When I was three years old, my father would take me to the computer, which ran Windows 95. He would open Word and set a big dingbat font, that had animals instead of regular letters. I pressed the keys, and some dinosaurs, elephants and zebras appeared on the screen. I was amazed, every time!
I liked to play with all the stuff I could find—faxes, an old amplifier, PCs, TVs. My grandfather was an electrician, and I learned to connect RCDs to light bulbs and plugs. Those times when I accidentally felt the 230 Volts through my body didn’t stop me from trying again, no matter what my father said.
With eight years, my uncle asked “Do you want to learn Java?”. I had no idea what ‘java’ could mean. My uncles don’t usually make me presents; instead they sit with me and we have some great time together. So I agreed.
When I discovered that ‘java’ allowed me to take control of the computer, I couldn’t stop. It was fascinating. For the first time ever, I could tell the computer what to do. I’d no longer be a mere consumer, the computer would work for me.
What’s more, I learned the Internet had lots of great information and tutorials, and I quickly saw Java wasn’t the only option, so I started exploring other languages. But I had a dream: I wanted to find a way the computer could interact with all the electrical circuits I made… That’d have to wait.
So in the end, I want to thank all my family (dog included) for all their help. And a bunch of other people, which I consider to be part of the family. You made me possible. Thank you so much.