It was about this time I lost my childhood.
The moment that changed my life, the single
event that put an end to my gullable faith
in an easy life with no problems.

It was the day my father brought home a computer
he had borrowed at work. A Sinclair ZX-81.

It was no use to fight it, I was sold. This was
what I always wanted. For two weeks I was doing
nothing but playing games and programming Basic
on that hopeless small machine. And I loved it.

This later brought on that I recieved a Vic 64 for
christmas one year and my life as a computer nerd
started. But it wasn't until I bought an Amiga 500
that it really had gone too far.

I just fell in love with the blitter and the copper,
the 68000 became my friend and I started to dream in
mnenonics and hacking became my life.

So when I, one cold winter night, met some guys who
was in need of someone who knew something about
programming. And thats how the unfamous gang
The Midnightsun Crackersstarted.