When I was around 12 or 13, the Commodore 64 came out (counts as a PC, kinda
). Boy, I loved that machine (and its cousin, the 128). Cheap and powerful for the time and money it cost.
My father always insisted in get into something like computers, since he always wished he knew more about it. He sorta overdid it though: At one time later on: I had three* omputers in one room, a C-64, an Atari ST 1040 and an IBM PC. It looked like something out of a Star Trek episode.
You didn't like Zork? Ohh I loved those games. Like novels you participated in.