Sarah Hargreaves

For you to understand this you need a bit of background.

I grew up in a flat/apartment within a hotel. When my parents decided to expand the hotel my brothers and my bedroom got turned into a place to keep the water tanks so we slept in the living room which also served as the office for the hotel.

Hence, the computer. It was there in my bedroom (aka the office, the living room, my brother’s bedroom) so surely it counts as mine?

It sat there, glaring it’s blue screen whilst I was trying to sleep and my dad was trying to figure out the accounts. It was there whilst my brother captained a flight to Australia and back (flight simulator) and when I wanted to play the 10 level game of The Lion King over 10 different floppy disks (I’m a 90s kid).

That was my, scratch that, our first computer.