You may not have realized this yet, but I use Apple computers.
After the shock wears off, you may be surprised to find out that I was born and raised on Windows boxen, from a lowly 286 to a PI Gateway tower. Not only that, but my Apple loving cousins tell me that I used to ask them when they were getting a “real computer.” Shudder. I cannot believe I said that. This always brings me to remember my first encounter with a mac – well, not “the” first. In grade school our computer lab had Apple’s, but to me those were essentially the same as a 286, since both used a command prompt. No, this was a Macintosh, GUI, I can’t remember much else. I was with my dad, I think he was looking at a new machine, and the store had this funny computer with a game on it! You moved a mouse (not too sure if I had ever used a mouse before) and put stuff in a trash can at the bottom! When my dad – and the sales clerk – saw what I was doing, well, I can’t remember much past this point. I seem to think that he told me to stop, and the store owner chuckling (all the while he’d be thinking, “If I act nice, they will buy a computer”).
Frankly, it being a Mac, not much damage could have been done since I didn’t know how to empty the trash.