1995

I was nine when I got my first computer - a clunky machine with more attitude than RAM. The first thing I did? Fire up Doom II. Pixelated chaos. Walls that bled. Sound effects that could scare the cat. But to me, it wasn’t just a game. It was a portal. A spark. That moment lit a fire in me - not just to use technology, but to understand it. To break it open, see how it ticks, and maybe, someday, build something of my own.