I was six years old in 1983. As fall became winter, I was taking my first tenuous steps into the first grade at St. Paul’s school in suburban Baltimore.
My parents had never owned a computer, but the forward-thinking school wanted each student to have one at home. The school had Apple’s, so my parents felt that it was important to have the same thing at home.
So it was that for Christmas, our big “family gift” was an Apple //e, complete with the Apple monochrome display, an ImageWriter, and two disk drives. Several other boxes contained AppleWorks, and some games.