When I was five, I used the computer at the orphanage for the first time. By sixI was typing at 70 wpm with 90% accuracy, and by the end of the year I had hacked for the first time. I hardly even knew what I was doing; all I knew was that I'd rather have computer time be three hours long instead of one, and I wanted chicken for dinner instead of the disgusting, tasetless meatloaf we were forced to eat. And a few months before my ninth birthday I stumbled onto a website that I obviously, obv