at 33 now, this is by far the fondest memory I have of my dad. I looked forward to it every month. I would sit there, fall asleep there, I was brought dinner at the C64. We had a cassette player so I could save my work. I still remember when I started planning out my own programs. My dad bought me a box of dot-matrix printer paper and I went to town planning out my "apps"

Now with my own 12 year old son, He is writing iPhone apps and plotting his timeline to becoming CEO of Apple.