My first design project was a carefully programmed 8-bit version of my favorite image:The Def Leppard logo. Complete with a Union Jack.Surprisingly, “computer programs” weren’t new to me. My small West Virginia town supported one of the largest elementary schools in the state, and we’d had Apples in classrooms since the mid-eighties. When we weren’t burying our young along the Oregon Trail, we wrote in BASIC, simple 20 GOTO 10 programs that would spit out a screenful of the sentence of your choice.Using graph paper and colored pencils, I carefully mapped out my masterpiece. While other kids plotted out boxy flowers and sad-looking animals, I was crafting a computerized rendering fit to immortalize the Rock of Ages.I identified x, y coordinates and set a color for each cell — red, blue, white, black, yellow, and a few orange ones for highlights.I then wrote a line of code for each one. Individually. All of ‘em.Painstakingly. Over weeks.And when I was done I had what kinda looked like what I saw in Metal Edge magazine. I’d made choices. I selected colors, adjusted placement, and did math. Then, I wrote code to make it all happen on a screen.Until then, the computer was more in control of what the output looked like — displaying, repeating.This time, I was.And that’s where it all started.