internet memories

I remember telling a friend that I am scared of the internet and him telling me that it was good except that he thought violent porn is bad for 10 year old boys to see and he taught me about face fucking and then I looked it up when I was alone and I looked at porn for about 3 hours.

I remember when it became normal to make sure there was nothing I hadn’t seen on the internet that day before I started doing my homework on word.

I remember when microsoft word became word.

I remember looking up the lyrics to every song I ever loved.

I remember showing someone something on the internet and opening up several tabs at once and typing different things in each and them telling me Woah, slow down.

I remember Type to Learn in the computer labs opposite the grade 5 classrooms. 

I remember not understanding why I couldn’t reference Wikipedia.

I remember staring at my computer in bed, not searching, not reading, not thinking, not watching, not listening, when it was very late because I wasn’t ready to go to sleep yet.

I remember missing my international flight when I was in doha because I was playing team bubble trouble with my brother.

I remember that asian guy jumping on the trampoline and then dunking the basket ball and the hilarious sounds of the commentator.

I remember helicopter. I was very good, jules was better.

I remember when a girl got naked for a guy on webcam and he screenshotted the photos and sent them to a friend who sent them to everyone on msn and all the girl’s friends stopped talking to her.

I remember pretending to do an assignment in my living room but really I was reading articles about Baby P and his mother Tracey Connolly and those two guys Steven Barker and Jason Owen and I was feeling the worst I had in a long time about the world and about me sitting on the couch.

I remember stumbleupon and I don’t remember a lot of those hours.

I remember typing in my name as a url and discovering that I am an extreme teen anal porn star.

I remember lemonparty.org.

I remember writing love poems about my friend’s love interest for her so that she could post it on her myspace.

I remember not ever having a myspace but using all my friends’.

I remember one year when my friend’s email address changed from [email protected] to [email protected]

I remember the dial up noise the phone made when you were connecting to the internet.