The mouse and I have been friends for well over 12 years.  I've had a computer since the age of 15.  I remember bringing home a floor model HP from a Circuit City.  My dad and I didn't think it to be a big deal that the computer was on display or the fact that the salesman just tossed it into the closest box he could find. It didn't even matter that we paid extra for an extended warranty, Windows 95 and America Online because we both new that our lives were about to change forever.

I used my computer as often as possible.  I mean who could really get tired of playing Snake or Jazzy Ball?  I used to spend hours on those two, and then I'd take a quick Black Jack break and back to Snake.  If I did not pass the 1^st level of Snake with 30 or more points, I’d start over.  I started over so many times that it became a reflex.

I also used the computer for other things, such as writing my high school papers, learning Corel Draw and chatting on the internet.  I was addicted to the chat rooms for many years.  Thanks to those chat rooms, I discovered the crime that's simply known as the “right-click”.