It was thrilling, and it was a way to be closer to my father. So was programming. My father showed me how to code not long after I’d learned to read. At first I didn’t really understand it—I’d simply type in exactly what the instruction book told me to do—but by the time I was ten I was imagining and creating my own simple games, like a ski jumper zigzagging down a mountain. I built my first website when I was ten, too—a simple fan site for a popular Nintendo 64 game.
