Found the Polaroid of me at six, stubbornly wearing my dad's oversized trench coat in July because "detectives don't sweat," and honestly? Same energy, just swap the coat for a hoodie and the backyard mysteries for debugging why the 6 AM feed dropped a frame. My mom still insists I solved the case of the missing garden gnome — turned out the neighbor's dog buried it — but I'm pretty sure I just got lucky and demanded credit. Some habits don't retire, they just get better wifi.