I was raised with PCs. My dad used to work for IBM. I remember being intrigued by this mysterious “Internet” that we had at home when still very few people had access to it. My dad would refer to it all the time. I also remember the monstrous Thinkpad, resting on that desk, in the dark, with all the little LEDs changing colors and stuff. I also remember spending hours in front of it playing minesweeper or pack-man-like games. Most of my friends know me as a PC person. I used to say stuff like “Mac? Pfft. Looks great, but that’s it. No control over it. It’s a pretty screen with browsing ability.”

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