I've had websites for a looooong time, longer than many. From the moment I saw that pulsing purple Netscape "N," I've been eager to have my own little virtual place.
When I first started out, I was super hyperlink-happy. If a subject had a website about it, I'd link it. So every other word was highlighted blue (or purple, if someone had visited that site, of course.)
I linked where I had visited, what my favorite subjects were, and so forth. No, I couldn't yet link favorite stores, because this was before e-commerce, and before stores even had a static site to mark their territory. (I wrote to Victoria's Secret after a particularly frustrating mail order situation to offer that I design a website for them so maybe they could communicate and even take orders online! They declined.)
And of course I linked where I was from.
At least, I linked what I thought read where I was from.
I wrote something along the lines of "I am from California, but given my love of hockey, I wish I was from Canada."
I linked "California" and I linked "Canada."
The young man with which I experienced the penny incident is Canadian. At the time I created my site, we hadn't really been in touch much, but I was still "interested" in him, so wanted to make sure my allegiance to Canada was clear, especially since he was in grad school in Toronto at that time. Heh.
A couple months later, I went home for holiday break. After I had been home several days, my mom mentioned my website, and wondered why I found the need to lie about my origins.
Well, I had mis-coded my sentence "I am from California, but given my love of hockey, I wish I was from Canada" such that I didn't close the link for "California." The next bit of text that opened a link was "Canada." The text from "California" until "Canada" was therefore not visible. So, my website read "I am from Canada."
I immediately explained that it was a mistake (I still don't know whether my mom believes me) and I ran back to my parents' computer to re-code that section. I worried about whether the Canadian ex-boyfriend had seen the unintentional lie, yet I thought it would be just a bit bizarre to email him out of the blue to ask if he had been checking my website to clarify that I wasn't some kind of crazy, dishonest person.
The irony? I am now paid to find and fix bits of code that cause problems for other people's sites. (But I still kinda wish I were from Canada.)