I used to own a Macbook.
At four years old, it barely survived the trauma of our three kids. Dropped. Kicked. Poked with peanut butter fingers...I was more amused than annoyed when it was stolen. To boot-up it had to be coaxed and cajoled, pleaded with, prayed over and held up at weird angles. For awhile I had some sick satisfaction in knowing the little crook would never be able to start the machine.
Still, I was left without a laptop.
I've been a Mac guy as long as I can remember. Dad introduced us kids to the Apple when 512k wasn't something to laugh about. And MacPaint was just the absolute sweetest program for any aspiring artist. I wouldn't see Photoshop for a couple more years. But that year I received the top art student award. It was 1984.
Apple really was, and still is, for die-hard dreamers and I occasionally found myself
dreaming. Or drooling. Still do.
So when my
better half mentioned this little
contest she entered, I thought, why not? What if? Just what if ....I won?
Dream: (insert moving story about solving world hunger here)
Maybe. But probably not.
Still, I would love to win one of
these For her...of course.
According to the rules:
I must have at least two links back to the contest. Check.
And I must write at least 250 words. Check.
Wow. Contest entered! What if I really win? Maybe I could win one for the wife. And she could win one for me. Now that's a thought. I'll keep dreaming. Thank you.