When I saw the first computer, my life changed forever.
For many years, I was content to use a notebook and a pen to write, but my mom often read my stories and complained about my poor handwriting. She told me to take a typing class, but I laughed at her. To me, using the typewriter was a waste of time, time I could use to practice my cursive writing.
Yet when my dad showed me the computer he had brought, I was surprised, knowing that he had brought that computer for me to write my stories. I knew I had no choice but to take that typing class.