I can’t pin down the day, but around 25 years ago I started experimenting with my Father’s Atari 800 computer. Later on I got my own Atari 400, and I was off and running …
Sometime in 1980, I enrolled in some “business data processing” class at College of Marin. The teacher knew nothing about Apple ][’s, Ataris, or anything smaller than a full-blown mainframe. He was square, daddy-o. But, lucky for me, I met someone with one of the original pocket computers. He couldn’t figure it out, so I ended up borrowing it most of the time. It had a whopping 1.5 K of memory! I aced the class, of course, but learned a heck of a lot more on whatever machines I could use around the house.
So anyway, I won’t go on endlessly about all of the generations of computers I’ve been through. I actually had a programming class at Santa Monica High School in 1976, but I don’t really count that, since we only got to run our programs twice in the whole damn semester. Everything else was just theory.
And that much theory gets boring. I’m a person that understands the Hands-On Imperative.
So I’ll mark it now. 25 years. I love it. I’m sure I’ll be doing some form of programming 25 years from now. If you’ve ever got into it, you’ll understand.
If you were one of those folks that just got into it because you thought it
would be “lucrative”, you won’t. And if you’re into some other creative form (photography always comes to mind), you’ll get it. Simple as that :-)