What a donated VIC-20 in 1981 taught me about AI in 2026
Almost nobody is fluent in this yet — that's not a gap to be embarrassed about, it's just what the front edge of a technology feels like, and it doesn't last long.
I grew up less than a mile from the Boys & Girls Club in Royal Oak, Michigan. I started going at six and spent most of my childhood there. The club shaped me. The coaches, the programs, the structure, the simple fact of somewhere to be. I owe a lot of who I am to that incredible organization and the adults in it.
A couple of years after I started, a Commodore VIC-20 showed up. I never knew where it came from. I’ve always assumed it was a board member who bought it out of pocket and donated it, hoping a machine like that might do something good for the kids who came through the door. It ran about $300 at the time, close to a thousand dollars now. The staff set it up in the game room, left it turned on, and let anyone who was curious sit down at it.
Almost no one in the country was computer literate then. Not the staff, not our parents, not our teachers. There was no one to teach us because there was barely anyone who knew. What the club had was the instinct to put the machine where kids could reach it, and the patience to let us make a mess of it.
So a handful of us taught ourselves, entirely by trial and error, which at that age is indistinguishable from play. Ten lines of BASIC to make your name scroll down the screen forever. Then we got ambitious and built a choose-your-own-adventure game. Pure text, if/then logic, maybe forty lines. I remember it feeling impossibly sophisticated. It felt like magic, and more than that, it felt like something I had made. I was eight years old and I had just become a builder.
I think about that room constantly right now.
I’ve spent thirty years in product. I was a political science major. I have no computer science background and never wrote production code in my career. And for the last stretch I’ve been building real software with Claude Code, in English, at a speed that would have been a fantasy two years ago.
A lot of what comes back at me is still a foreign language. I don’t always know what I’m looking at. But I’m learning exactly the way I learned on that VIC-20. Try it, break it, read the error, try it again. I have not enjoyed work this much in a very long time.
Almost nobody is fluent in this yet. That’s not a gap to be embarrassed about, it’s just what the front edge of a technology feels like, and it doesn’t last long.
I don’t know who bought that VIC-20. They couldn’t have known what it would turn into, and they almost certainly never found out. They just thought it might be good for some kids in Royal Oak.
If you’re waiting until you understand it before you start, you have it backwards. I never understood any of it at first. I just kept typing.

