The Old Nokia

I don't remember the model.

I just remember it belonged to my mum.

When I was around twelve years old, that phone somehow became my little playground. I wasn't trying to become "good with technology." I was simply curious.

Whenever something stopped working, I'd press buttons, explore settings, restart it, and somehow find a solution. Most of the time, I had no idea what I was doing.

I was just trying things.

Looking back, I think that's where everything quietly began.

Not programming.

Not websites.

Not computers.

Curiosity.

Years later, people would ask how I got into technology.

The honest answer is...

Probably because my mum trusted a twelve-year-old to fix her phone.

Sometimes the beginning of a career doesn't look important at all.

Sometimes it just looks like an old Nokia sitting on a table.