In
the not so distant past, I hated generating passwords for my endless accounts.
I fumbled to come up with something that I could remember, that would flow from
the tips of my fingers over a keyboard effortlessly. I have many friends who
use generators, but I dragged my feet over going that route.
My
latest technique for creating passwords stems from my use of obscure things
only I will know, like the name of my best friend’s third grade crush. I morph
“Jeff” to something like J3ff3rd1966IL? In my way of thinking, I can remember
Jeff, third grade and the year I was in that grade coupled with the state I
lived in at that time. Right? The question mark makes me stop and think on
whether this is the right combination before I hit ENTER. For me, generating a new
password changed from a tedious exercise to something fun. Need another new
password? How about my second grade teacher? MsWh!t3@Dov3r! (Ms. White at
Dover).
Occasionally,
I generate something that trips my fingers up too much, but usually the end result
means I hold within my head more passwords than ever before!
Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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