When the computer revolution began, I could only press my face against the glass and watch. I'm not saying I was dirt poor, of course. I couldn't afford dirt.
I watched from a distance as the Timex Sinclair stomped across the Earth. I got to play with a Commodore 64 once, but I didn't know what I was doing. I saw the Vic20 come and go. The Apple II was far too expensive for the lower classes. When the IBM PC came out, I knew it belonged only to the extremely rich and was something I was not meant to wot of. Friends of mine bought Amigas and they boasted that they could run a Mandelbrot generator. We'd look at the strange shapes and I'd ask them how long it would take to finish. They'd tell me that the math was so complex that it needed several hours or even multiple days to complete the image. When it was done, we'd play a game or two. There was one nuclear war game on the Amiga 500 that I absolutely loved. It was hilarious. It featured famous world leaders trash talking each other and hurling nukes.
At work, I used an Osbourne 1 portable computer for awhile. It wasn't really a laptop unless you really did not like your lap. During my lunch breaks, I used that machine to start typing a story that eventually (many years later) turned into a book.
Even though I worked in IT, managing networks, building servers and PCs, I didn't buy a computer with actual money until my kids needed computers for school. All of my other computers were garbage rescues that I got for free. I'd swap parts and Frankenstein a machine that would work for a while. It was always sad when they got pitchforked.