When I was growing up, it seems that I was being “pulled” or “pushed” toward programming.
Back in 1983, I was introduced to Commodore 64. The one with the tape recorder, not the disk.
My dad brought me a programming book to run Commodore 64 but didn’t buy me a computer. (It was not in his budget)
Then in 1990, a friend challenged me to go with him and join the 6 months computer programming school.
I was stupid and said no.
Now, here I am with an offer to learn programming.
Now, I am old, but Never too late to learn.
You show a great approach to life. You are absolutely right - it is never too late to learn. Anyway - we learn our whole life, isn’t it?