When I was younger my internet addiction started. I loved the idea of being able to go online and meet people. That obviously hasn't changed. But my folks tried to limit the amount of time I spent on the internet and sometimes the only good time to use the internet was to sneak on at night.
Unfortunately, we had an alarm system that included a motion detector. Sometimes I wonder if my parents got it to keep the bad guys out or to keep me from doing what they didn't want to do. Maybe a little of both.
The other night I was telling Izzy the story of how I would sneak onto the internet after hours, which included climbing over a railing and onto a desk chair and crawling on my belly past the motion detector. All to feed my the addiction that never quite went away.
And Izzy? Told me his own story about sneaking onto the internet after hours.
Match made in heaven or what?