1998

By the time I was twelve, my room had morphed into a mini lab. Old PCs stacked like Lego towers, Ethernet cables snaking across the floor. One machine ran Linux as a server. Another was for design. A third for testing out sketchy early websites I built from scratch. I didn’t do it for school. Or for praise. I did it because I had to. I was hungry to understand everything - networks, protocols, hardware quirks, design logic. It wasn’t a hobby. It was an obsession. The kind that makes time disappear and turns every crash into a lesson.