I took an interest in computers at a very young age. I remember working with Dad on the old black-and-yellow-screen IBM, making a chart to track who was supposed to work at what times at our cookie stand on the corner. I was probably 7 or 8 at the time. (It never got used.) By the time I was 12, I was far more comfortable with a computer than my Dad was.
Dad once brought home a family history program for the computer. He handed me the box and asked me to install it and figure it out. A couple hours later, he came down so I could teach him how it worked.
It was fun to know that my dad recognized my talents and let me use them to teach him. It made me feel important and useful in the family.
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