Our son has his own computer. I can’t really believe I’m typing that: He’s in Kindergarten and he has a computer that would have been the envy of anyone on the planet when I was his age. Hell, in the mid 60s, it would have been an instantly classified national asset, with more disk space and memory than every other machine on the planet put together for maybe the next decade. He uses it to play web games, mostly.
We live in the future.
For some reason he likes typing numbers. Like, “1, 2, 3 … 1320”, in Microsoft Write, and he was up to the high 1300s when something happened and he lost his file. I think he saved an empty version of his “numbers.txt” over his earlier efforts.
“What happened, daddy?” No tears, just wondering.
I refrained from asking him if he had made a backup. Then I cranked up Python and in a couple lines of code I regenerated his file.
“Want to see a million numbers?” And in seconds we were paging through the numbers 1 through 1,000,000, and his eyes got a little big.
I think he’s done typing numbers the hard way. I’m hoping I can teach him Python and get him hooked on writing some simple games or something.