It's funny what people remember.The Centris 610 was my first real computer. I'll never forget the "Mac" sound it would make when it booted up and dissipating my youth playing classic games like Sim Farm, Sim City, Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego, Civilization and Myst.
The Centris came home when I was nine and wasn't replaced until I was 16. In fact, it was still working up until 2008. It was the first computer I used to get online using a dial up modem that would inexplicably kick me off the internet every two hours.
When I told my sister I was going to blog about the Centris, her eyes lit up. She has very specific memories about this machine. She vividly remembers going to the Mac Store with our dad to buy it. They picked it up and brought it home. Our dad even let her pick out a game, "Annabel Dream Cat" as she remembers calling it. It was a huge deal. Now, many kids (in this country anyway) are born into homes with computers and, thanks to their proud parents, are on Facebook before they even open their eyes. Then, they grow up with hand-held games that have more processing power than was ever imaginable when the Centris was built. "Bringing the first computer home" just isn't a part of their life experience. Having a computer isn't a big deal. This isn't a complaint, I just like thinking about how far we've come.
I'm a fan of evolution and change and I don't think anything in my life has changed more than the technology I use on a daily basis. That said, if I could, I'd still be using the Centris to play Sim Farm.
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