| The early 1990's was a good time to be young, at least for me any way. Reebok had just released their hip, new shoe, The Pump, that let me and my friends put air into our tiny little size 7 sneaker. And slap braclets were slicing wrists all over America. Ya, it was a fun time to be young and in the heart of suburbia. I couldn't complain anyway. | But I could get jealous. And til the end of time, man will be jealous of his neighbor when his neighbor has better toys. The new toy of the time - the computer - Which to me meant more games to play with my friends. Of course, I suppose I was content on my friends computer, but like the library, that just means you'll have to return it at some point. | Then the Family got our own computer. Despite my utter amazement that my parents would actually purchase such a "trendy" product, my eyes twinkled with hopes of shooting Hitler with my own copy Wolfenstein 3D. Of course, I understood nothing about computers - not one thing. So much for that sixth grade computer education course. | That was almost 10-years ago today. Oh how the times have changed. We all know how dog years work, about one human year equals seven years to a dog. Well, computer years are measured in human months. Say about three to six human months equals about one computer year. And I just dug up the evidence to prove such a theory - receipts. |
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