When I was six my parents got me a 26" Schwinn single-speed bike. It was as tall as I was. I rode it until college, doing things that were heretofore unknown to science. IT WAS GREAT.
In a parallel universe, this thread is about the Beatles, where you woke up from the dream, found your way downstairs, had a coffee and somebody replied to your post.
At one point in the nineties, while furiously coding a seminal eCommerce app, my friend/boss walked up behind me and said, "Mr. Zoon, you're typing wildly on the keyboard with nothing happening on the screen." I had lost focus to my editor several minute before and being a non-touch-typist hadn't noticed. A few years later, farther into the eCommerce thing, a stubborn bug had held up things for a couple of weeks, Again, my boss/friend walked up behind me and pointed out that I had misspelled a variable name in a certain section of code. The good old days, heh. The code I wrote resulted in a multiple-award-winning product that outsold our competitor's products so quickly that they removed their products from the market. I bought a truck and a house.
