First Step


Programming is what I love to do
I started when I was eleven
With the aptly named Basic
I thought it was heaven

Wrote a program on a paper
Had no compiler to check
Called up a senior student
And made him check instead

At age thirteen in class seven
I made a little game
A little old by today's standards
But early all the same

I made my homework interactive :
An area 'n volume calculator,
An interactive chart of the winds,
Zones and equator.

Making things move using code
was oh just so much fun
I didn't know at the time
But my journey had begun

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