One of my earliest memories with my dad — I was probably five or six years old — was him loading up Disney.com on Netscape Navigator to show me stills from my favorite movies. I was electrified with amazement. My dad was a tech-obsessed software engineer, so we were one of the first houses in the neighborhood to have dial-up internet. Years later, we were one of the first to have high-speed broadband. Trips to Disney.com were eventually replaced with MSN conversations, visits to Habbo Hotel, and marathon gaming sessions on Xbox Live.