My earliest memory of a laptop was one of those old, clunky Toshiba (?) or IBM models running on Windows 95. You had a choice between flying toasters, an aquarium, and those black-and-white Star Wars-esque flying stars for screensavers.
It was also the first memory that I have of my father – that clunky laptop was his. It was on his lap where I sat to watch the flying toaster screensaver on the laptop, placed on the study table that was later mine.
Years later, when we met again in a McDonald’s outlet near my house, one of his gifts was a second-hand laptop.
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