Towards the latter half of the 5th grade, the school opened up a computer lab, and I was allowed to visit it two times a week with Mrs. Haney. The teacher was Mr. Curran-Perkins, my 4th-grade teacher’s husband. He built a fantastic lab with Macintosh computers and in the center of the room, there was a dot matrix printer with the peel-off holed paper on the sides. Going to the lab was my favorite part of the week because what we did in there was so interesting. He taught us a programming language called LOGO, where a little turtle went around drawing shapes when given commands. I drew a house and made some music. Our teacher printed our houses out for us so we could take them home and I hung mine up above my desk. When I went to sleep at night, I would look at it and try to figure out how the image on my computer screen somehow teleported across the room to the printer. If we weren’t using LOGO, we were doing adventure games, and the time during that class went by too quickly. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, I wouldn’t touch a computer again until I reached high school. The seed, however, was planted. I knew that I liked them, and there was something special about them that was meant for me.
I always wondered what happened to our grandparents extensive kachina and rug collection, plus that huge sand painting they had. And the rug that was in their living room forever, the one of Father Sky protecting Mother Earth while the Dineh danced underneath?
1987 part 2 (14)
Libertarians unite!
I always wondered what happened to our grandparents extensive kachina and rug collection, plus that huge sand painting they had. And the rug that was in their living room forever, the one of Father Sky protecting Mother Earth while the Dineh danced underneath?
Wow, you lived through their sufferings