Computers? I guess I was born just a little too soon. I would have loved to have used them in school and to know that a person could actually do that for a living. Instead, I dropped out of college (Antioch College, Yellow Springs, Ohio--a “pinko-commie” school by reputation, but not really) because I couldn't see putting all that time and money into a major when I really didn't know what I wanted to do with myself. Nobody ever got through to me, although I know they tried, about the merits of a solid, liberal arts education--for me, anyway. I thought you went to school to get ready for a career. I wasn't the intellectual that I thought my parents thought I was nor that I still think they are.

So I came home with my tail between my legs, got married, started a family, and got bored senseless watching babies crawling all over the floor all day. Put little Joe in Montessori School, baby Erik in day care and signed up for 6 months of computer school. I was in heaven. They told me when I took the entrance exam, I had the highest score they'd seen, and they hounded me forever until I enrolled. This story could get really long, but suffice it to say, after I graduated, I worked for 3 months and then went on maternity leave, never to go back again. Well, not quite never, but that's a whole different kettle of grasshoppers. It was the first half of my computer career.