I was 3 years old. The "innocent years",exept I wasn't that innocent. = People today ask me what it was that made the me and computer bond. Well.....
It all started when I saw it. A 1st gen snow white MacBook. Dad said "It died awhile ago." But I looked at something dead, and knew it was still alive. After months, I found the charger, and plugged it in. The first thing that came to mind was hopeless. Black screen,white cursor. Not even a "finder screen of death". Uh oh... Well, U, O and a buncha different letters, as in
B-R-O-K-E-N. I slammed my fist down, and felt... nothing? Dad took the computer apart. Well first we removed the COMPLETELY DEAD BATTERY of course! Then, we ordered a replacement. A week later (it felt like 4 months), we got the battery, plugged it in,and fixed all the hardware issues. Ever since then, I have loved using and fixing computers,and have used them since.
People today ask me what it was that made the me and computer bond. Well.....
