I recall it, somewhat. It was the mid eighties. I wore a lot of black and white. Pants were cuffed. Girls were wearing jelly bracelets and lots of neon. I do not remember opening the box it was contained in, or plugging in power or monitor cables. The keyboard was directly connected to the rest of the machine.
The machine (a beige box) was placed in a wooden hutch. In front of that hutch was one of those chairs that you had to kneel in.
I’m not sure how much it cost, but probably it was expensive. I don’t know what convinced my parents to buy one. I don’t know the reasoning. A lot of those details are lost to the ravages of time. Continue reading