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Let’s be honest about what that first screen actually was. For most kids born between 1985 and 1998, it was either a TV commandeered for game consoles or the family computer wedged in a corner of the living room, rationed like a household resource. The internet was a sound — that blistering 56k handshake, a dial-up mating call that meant you were entering somewhere else. Pages loaded in strips, top to bottom, like a photograph developing in a darkroom. You waited. You didn’t refresh. Waiting was part of it.