Relic of the past

John and I bought our very first computer in 2000.  We had just moved in together, and I was in college.  The teachers required all papers be typed, so I was spending a large portion of my time in the computer lab on campus.  John's dad had given us an old computer, but it was barely usable.  After a month or two of complaining, we purchased a fancy new computer.  It was so fast!  And so modern!  We loved it and kept it for 5 or 6 years before finally updating to something newer.  Instead of tossing it out, we kept it for the kids.

I decided that it was finally time to let the kids have their very own computer.  After an extensive search for a decent looking corner desk and chair (it took weeks!), we finally dug the computer out of storage.  I was surprised by how BIG it was.  And loud.  And oh my god, it is SOOOOOOOOOO slow.  It instantly made me want to go buy them something newer and better.  But then I remembered that they are kids, and they really don't care if it takes Word 5 minutes to load.  As expected, they absolutely love the old hunk of junk.  They are currently conquering Paintbrush.