I never thought much about passwords until I got my first computer. Right off the bat, the computer began asking me for passwords, so I made up stuff and revealed them to my computer, not realizing that I would have to remember them at a later date.
In my early years, the only thing I had that was even close to a password was having to remember the combination to open my locker.
Now, every time I turn around, my laptop wants to know my passwords for Bank Accounts, CvilleBuzz, my Dentist, Venmo, Aldi’s grocery store and to sign in to play a Crossword Puzzle.
“You want a password, alright, it’s “Jim”.
“Nope, you need to have digits in there.”
“Aright, Jim1.”
“No, it can’t be your name, and you need at least 15 characters with lots of weird digits and nothing even close to your birthday.
“Alright, Sam36(*^%&^%$1!”
“It can’t be Sam.”
“Why not?”
“Because your neighbor uses Sam.”
“How about Wilbur?”
“No, he’s a pig.”
“Why do I even need a password? It’s my computer and my accounts.”
“Because Bill Gates says so and those are the rules.”
So now I have weird passwords which are impossible to remember, and I keep them in a special place on my computer – which also requires a password with at least 15 characters with lots of weird digits and nothing even close to your birthday. I wish I could remember it.
