My first computer was an IBM XT Clone. It's expense rivals a pretty, customized new Imac, notwithstanding inflation. This was the greatest gift I had ever received (and it probably still holds as the most expensive) and I'm sure, my newly American parents thought it would give me a major headstart into the new world (thus, the ability to pay them back sooner then then later).
It had a VGA monitor. My cousin got the Super VGA. I was seething with envy.
The startup screen was MSDOS. In those days, we all needed to learn a bit of programming to make that thing do anything. Wish I stuck that one out a bit longer then a couple years, before the outdoors, BMX bikes and sports took center stage.
It clocked in at around 6MHZ. It had a turbo button which threw it all the way up to around 8MHZ. I don't remember the RAM capacity, nor the hard drive. I'm guessing those where in the very low MB's and kB's range? Maybe? I don't want to check google. I remember it a certain way, and hell, that's the way it should be. After all, its my memory, I own it.
So, here this is what I might be getting at. Isn't it nice to remember things without the NEED for precise accuracy? I mean, I enjoy my childhood memories to exist in the imagination, not the facts. Facts are boring, uninspiring. Sometimes of course, they should be the first choice. But not always.
A little space between that objective and subjective lies the truth. It feels right. It's more personal that way.