I fondly remember my days as an 11-year-old BBS sysop. It was the golden era of computing, when dial-up modems were ablaze with text-based bulletin boards, and I was right at the heart of the action.
At the time, I had no idea that I was one of a select few children running a BBS. I was just a small-town kid who had discovered a new world of technology, and I was determined to make the most of it. To me, setting up a BBS for the community was a small way of making the world a better place, and I took great pride in my work.
After I had set up my BBS, and found the perfect dial-up number to use, it was time to add content. I spent hours each day writing game reviews, discussion topics, and tips on how to program in BASIC. I also added action games like Darkmoor Manor, which I ended up playing for hours on end.
My BBS was a great success, becoming one of the most popular BBSs in my area. I was even able to convince some of my friends to hang out on the BBS too, doubling my user base. I was very proud of my achievement and, while I never became rich, I was able to make some money by selling ad space on my board.
My days as a BBS sysop did not last long though. It was the early 90s and the internet was just beginning to become something that my parents would also use. I eventually moved on to other activities, but I have never forgotten my days as an 11-year-old sysop. It was a period of great learning and joy, and I am thankful I had the opportunity to experience it.
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