From the moment a person asked, "A/S/L", you knew it was on.
I don't know about you, but this was a great source of fun for my pals and I as children.
In one room we could be exotic 18-year old Brazilian twins working to get our modeling careers off the ground while in the next we could easily slip into the guise of a mysterious lonelyhearts Spanish exchange student seeking a nice middle aged office drone to. Sometimes we may have outed ourselves as the 12/Fs we really were, but in general the idea was to fool others into believing the bull we were serving up.
I imagine parents everywhere would have been pretty uneasy to find that their young children were being approached online with the request to "cyber", but again, these were different times.
Very few people had considered the notion of troubling internet connections, we were too enthralled by its exciting possibilities to see any danger in letting children loose into chatrooms with a slew of card-carrying NAMBLA members and known sex offenders.
Not to mention how annoying that modem sound was when you picked up the phone. When children of the 90s first got in-home internet access, it was a novel and exciting concept.
Finally, a relatively captive audience with whom to share our innermost thoughts, dreams, and anonymous flirtations.
Once we could actually forge a connection, that is.
I'd sit for scores of minutes at a time, waiting impatiently for that little running AOL man to enter his successive phase of connectedness.
Mind you, this was years before Chris Hansen was popping in to offer you a seat while the decoy internet teen went to go check on the hot tub.
There was no catching of predators, no online policing, just pure, unadulterated dangerous fun.
Back in the day, there was no wireless or high speed internet connections, there was a little phone jack that shared a common line with our home phones.