It is 2010. You are at your friends house in the makeshift office space their dad fashioned out of an extra bedroom. Sitting in a pleather chair crumbling beneath your fingertips, you watch; your friend slowly tapping out the password on a buzzing laptop, humming with electrcity and dust.
You are 7 years old.
Your friend pilots the mouse. Their dexterity, or lack of, annoys you. They slowly open up google chrome, and navigate through their bookmarks. Dozens of dormant links to long forgotten hobbies and interests.
The rightmost one is clicked. Your friend excitedly watches the webpage load, top to bottom, boxes first, then text, then images and finally gifs.