Nineth day

I'm here thinking about my youth, my first computer course, in 2001 or 2001, it was so strange.

I was a pre-teen and life for my family, my mother, was not easy.  My mother didn't pay for my course on the correct date and sometimes the principal would call me into her office to talk about the situation.

One day I dropped out of that course.  My mom would say, "Nice (she was our neighbor) always pays late."

I knew, but I didn't want to dwell on this situation.  I was shy and embarrassed myself.

Twenty-two years later, I look back on my past and think, "well, we've experienced a lot of things."