But a man who can afford to build his own ship could also afford a brand new PC with a dial-up modem and leave his son and acquaintances to use it all day. I'd heard of "the world wide web" and been intrigued by the premise, but it wasn't until I was able to type "sex" into a chat room and see the response that I realised I was engulfed with fascination.
web pages that may have come under association with the offensive chat rooms.
The company is also faced with a lawsuit seeking million in damages that was filed by watchdog groups of internet portals on behalf of the parents and a 12-year-old victim of molestation.
I began finding the PCs of friends boring because none of them could connect to the net.
It was that first web experience that prompted me to practically blackmail my parents into getting the family a PC. I'd been teaching myself to code websites on school computers (and was regularly punished for ignoring my studies as a result), and ultimately began ditching whole days at school to teach myself how to build websites on my own machine.
Online chat rooms created by the company itself are still in service and use.
Major brand name advertisers such as Pepsi Co Inc., Georgia-Pacific Corp., State Farm Mutual Automobile Insurance Co., Countrywide Mortgage and T-Mobile withdrew ads placed on Yahoo!
I was eleven years old, on break from school during the summer holidays and Windows 95 had just been released that week.
Michael was a school friend whose dad was building his own boat -- I think not because he needed one in Sheffield, but because he could.
While my husband spent most evenings catching up on the horse racing he'd recorded over the weekend, I began perusing chatrooms – not in pursuit of cybersex necessarily, but initially more for harmless flirtation, a little virtual attention.
Soon, I was spending hours in the parallel universe of cyberspace, often through wonderfully wide-awake nights, uninhibited in a way I never could be in reality.
I told no one, immersed and isolated in my secret life. In moments of fleeting clarity, I wanted to understand what was happening to me. Was it just my marriage problems, or was there something deeper causing me to behave that way?