The first time I can remember my fingers touching a computer keyboard, I was 5, maybe 6. They wheeled what was most likely a Commodore 64 into the kindergarten classroom, and I believe I wrote a story about a turtle on it.
About 4 years later, my parents finally purchased their first home computer. Hours were spent playing solitaire as a family, huddled around the dining room table. We were genuinely thrilled when we received SoundBlaster as a Christmas present.
When they moved on to their second computer, I adopted the first one as my first personal computer. Sure, it couldn't even handle the internet, but it still had solitaire!
My parents bought me my first computer when I went off to university. For the first degree. The first time. Ten years ago. It was my lifeline when I moved away from my home and my friends (back in the days of MSN Messenger). It quickly became my main source of entertainment (I may have burned out the DVD-ROM in the first 2 years). It also was the reason I ended a relationship (not entirely true - but when someone thinks you want a stick of RAM for Christmas, it's generally just one more sign that they don't really know you).
When I went off to grad school, I brought "Carrots" with me (as I named it), but supplementing its quickly dying power with "Baby Carrots" - a netbook - but promising myself to buy myself a brand new desktop when my income tax return came in a couple years.
But when the tax return came in, Scott was going back to school and he needed a computer. I finished the last draft of my thesis camped out on Scott's computer having to call him every time the computer went into screensaver and locked and I couldn't remember the password. Neither of my computers could cut it any more.