“Hmm…” I groaned.
“What is it” My sister asked.
“I don’t know what I wanna do when I grow up.”
“What about baking?” she reminded.
Before programming I wanted to bake. I had tried baking cookies and cupcakes and they weren’t that good. Well, the cookies were fine (except they were a little crunchy), but the cupcakes were dry. I tried making a few different batches of cupcakes, but none were quite right (they looked good though). I still like baking but definitely not for a career.
“I don’t know…” I responded.
She then responded with a bunch of different career options. “Well, you can do writing, drawing, marketing, blogging, entrepreneuring, programming…”
“Wait. What’s programming?”
My sister responded with some crazy definition that I didn’t really understand at the time but for some reason I really wanted to do it.
“I wanna do that!” I said.
“Okay” she shrugged.
By the way, that was a time when I didn’t really know to use Google to search for programming. Then the conversation kinda faded off. Later that day (Or 1-2 days after) my dad had brought up the conversation about careers – perfect timing, right?
So, I said, “I want to do programming.”
“Oh, that’s great!” He replied. He also said some other happy confirmations.
I wasn’t sure why he was happy then (or what I was getting into), but I decided to go with it.
And that’s pretty much how I got into programming! I’m actually glad I didn’t know what it was then. Because if I did, I probably wouldn’t be doing it now. That’s only ‘cause Google searches and Wikipedia make programming seem way (note the italics) more complicated – and less fun – than it really is.
It actually took a while to find resources that let me get a good grasp on programming, but now I can finally call myself a programmer. And I can finally call myself Code Mama.