Nostalgia
2010 July 20
Some time in 1985, my father brought home a Macintosh. While he played with MacPaint, my two-year-old self appeared behind him, commandeered the mouse, and had his little mind blown. (While I seem to have turned out alright, it is a shame about Apple.)
The reason I am writing this is because the source code to the first computer program I ever used is now in a museum.
