The circles of life

The most magical moment of my life was on Christmas Day, 1979. I was seven years old, and our family was visiting Uncle Allan’s house in Burnaby. I had been playing on the Heathkit H-89 computer for hours when my dad said it was time to go home. I pleaded with him for more time with my uncle’s magical machine. I still remember him smiling at me and explaining that what I had been obsessed with all…