I have no memory of using the internet before entering college. None. There was iMac in my childhood bedroom, but I don’t recall doing anything on it but typing up homework assignments and faking my way through Mavis Beacon lessons. No pixilated porn, no Napster account, no LiveJournal. I must have thought of the internet as a utility then, not an entertainment. It’s the only way I can make sense of it. Like how I have memories of swimming pools but not water faucets, of TV shows but not electricity.