Wake up, it's 1995

I saw this image last night and the first thing I thought was that I would run to the computer downstairs and get on the Internet and start learning more about it, maybe start learning how to program and create web pages. I was 8 in 1995. I mentioned before that I grew up with some awarenes of what the Internet was, or at least that it existed, but I didn't really care too much about it. Maybe I was just too young, or wasn't geeky enough. Shame on me.

The thing is, I've come to the realization that what the small web / old web means to me is more than just than just nostalgia. You see, as an older millenial, I'll be part of the last generation to remember a world without the internet. And more specifically, even though it existed before, I might say that the mass adoption of the Internet hit me at the same time as puberty/adolescence —what that means exactly I'm not sure, but such a big societal change happening in syncronicity with such an important milestone in life surely has some significance to a person's character.

For all that, I've come to the realization that because I had the priviledge to know the Internet as it was in the beginning I feel maybe a little bit of responsibility to preserve at least a part of it, or to try to keep the original spirit alive —whatever that is exactly, not sure, I'm still discovering it.