At nine years old, my Dad sat me down at the kitchen table after dinner and taught me how to type on a baby blue manual typewriter.
At the time we were still in awe of a man being shot into space.
My first introduction to computers was in college with a class that taught you how to program the computer not with software but by wiring to do what you wanted.
But my most vivid memory is in the early days of dial up when you had to pay for every email you sent. During Desert Storm one company allowed subscribers to send one free email per day to military ,e,bees deployed in the Middle East. Each day I would log on and send an email to my brother, never knowing exactly where he was.
Those emails were a lifeline to family who could only hope loved would come home safe.
Thankfully after seven months my brother came home, to an Easter basket sitting under the Christmas tree my mother refused to take home until her youngest child returned home!