Why I Quit My $1.2 Million Engineering Job to Start My Own Business at 24 Years-Old
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My Very Normal Childhood
I was born in the 90s in a totally normal middle-class family, somewhere in the Western world.
My parents met at Oxbridge during their double-PhD in law and mechanical engineering.
At 6, I got a computer and taught myself how to code, because, why not.
I was so passionate about coding that the director of my school let me teach other students, all much older than I was. And I also won a national coding competition, or maybe it was judo, or math, who is keeping track, right?
At 17, I was accepted into Oxbridge (because I was born in December, don’t go think I skipped a year, because I am really not smarter than the average, as you can tell).
I quickly met a bunch of other dudes like me with the same story. We started a startup whose investors were my dad and their dad’s friends. But we failed because neither the market nor our customers wanted to pay us for our brilliant idea that was solving world hunger.
I graduated summa cum Lauda top of my class and got a summer internship at GAFAM.
