I remember the day I got my mac, this is my first mac too. I had been wanting one for 2 years, if not more. I remember how it started, my dad came back from a business trip, with a taped-together 333Mhz PC laptop, he dropped it in the Hong Kong airport and demolished it. So, my dad was laptopless, so we took a trip to CompUSA, and there I saw the Apple section, I was in awe at how beautiful it was. Of course by instinct I went straight to the PowerMacs, cause they're the biggest ones, and they had the biggest screens. I was amazed at how the GUI looked and how fast it ran. After about an hour and a half of getting to know the system, my dad said it was time to go, I refused until he agreed to buy one, I was desperate, I even settled for the iBook, it was the cheapest model. I was however escorted out of the store, commie bastards.
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Next day, I convinced my dad to take me to CompUSA once again. After a while of arguing, he gave me a choice: iBook or iMac. Of course I settled for the iMac, it was better afterall. But, oh how I regret not pushing for a PowerMac. It seemed like a lifetime waiting for the clerk to explain the warranty and all, and the drive back home was murder, but finally we made it home. Unpacking the computer itself was orgasmic, as you all know, Apple does a superb job at packaging their products. After a bit of plugging this into that, etc. I was up and running, only to be greeted with a welcome in many languages, oh how great it felt to be greeted by something so...�ber. And that was my first experience with the excellence of Apple. If I could, I'd give it all back just to experience learning the mac all over again, because it truly is a great thing.