{"id":128,"date":"2007-09-04T13:22:27","date_gmt":"2007-09-04T20:22:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bspcn.com\/2007\/09\/04\/do-you-remember-your-first-experience-with-the-internet\/"},"modified":"2007-09-04T13:22:27","modified_gmt":"2007-09-04T20:22:27","slug":"do-you-remember-your-first-experience-with-the-internet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/localhost\/wordpress\/2007\/09\/04\/do-you-remember-your-first-experience-with-the-internet\/","title":{"rendered":"Do You Remember Your First Experience with the Internet?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written by ob81<\/a><\/p>\n

Do you remember the first time you used the internet? I do.<\/p>\n

I was thinking about it the other day, reminiscing about when it all started. It actually is pretty weird in a way. I had a computer at home, but it was used as an educational tool for my brothers and me. We had tons of math and word games that we would play all day. No internet of course.<\/p>\n

It wasn’t until the summer of my freshman year in High School that I finally logged on to the internet. It’s odd that I remember it so vividly. It was June 1996, and I had a job as a Caddy at a Golf Club in Highland Park, IL. That summer, my place of residence was at Northwestern University in the suburbs of Chicago. I was staying in a College Co-Ed dorm as a freshman in High School!<\/p>\n

It was fun to say the least, but that’s another story in its own. How this ties in is, my best friend that summer was a girl named Katie. Katie was a sophomore at Northwestern and took classes during the summer so she could graduate early. She was smart, but one of the nastiest people I have ever met in my life.<\/p>\n

The only image that comes up when I remember her is her holding a beer and most of the front of her shirt being wet from spilling beer on herself. She was one of those people that couldn’t eat or drink without spilling something on her. It was weird as I am a very neat person, but I can be friends with anyone.<\/p>\n

Katie would study all day. Drink and Party all night, and then hang out at a small computer room on campus and actually slept in there sometimes. I was always curious about the computer room, but I got up early in the mornings, and was normally tired from being on a Golf Course all day.<\/p>\n

One weekend Katie said I should try the internet out, but it was best to go late at night as there were only 3 computers in the room, and during the day people were always on them.<\/p>\n

I can’t tell you what type of computer it was, but the browser was Netscape and the Home Page was Yahoo! I didn’t know what the heck a Yahoo! was, but it had a list of everything that it could connect me to it seemed. The site looked nothing like Yahoo! looks today. It was a search box, some Yahoo! Icons, and a list in category fashion, like sports, cars, dating, and other stuff like that.<\/p>\n

Turns out that Katie was always chatting on those late nights in the computer room, and I was a recruit to be her arguing buddy. I wonder if that chat site still exists. I can’t check it now as I am writing this from work. I would search for “Lil’ Chat Hotel” in Yahoo!, and I would know which one to click. The whole URL thing was foreign to me.<\/p>\n

Katie and I started going to the computer room EVERY night, for hours chatting on this site. I couldn’t believe how fun it was, and somehow comforting. I guess that was my first experience with social networking in a way also. It also is what started my addiction to the internet.<\/p>\n

Damn you Katie!!<\/p>\n

Do you remember your first experience?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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