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My parents bought me a black-and-white TV and a computer kit (they couldn’t afford both the TV and the already-assembled version) for Xmas at age 11. The big gift here was the TV, as far as I was concerned, we only had the one downstairs before that, and I got one in my bedroom! I even convinced myself I could watch snooker on a black & white TV, even if you did have to tune it by turning a dial until the picture appeared :)
About a month later, they were getting at me to put the computer together, which was the main present in their eyes - the TV was second-hand. Grumbling, I did so, and got it working. Once I’d told them, the whole family wanted to see this new technological marvel, so I took it downstairs, plugged it into the main TV, and everyone gathered around.
I typed in what the manual had told me to do, to test things out
PRINT 2+2=4
To which it displayed “1”. And I turned round to the family expecting all the validation an 11 year old desired. My dad looked at me, looked at the screen, and just said “I knew it, you’ve buggered it” and walked out the room.
It took me a few days to convince him that “1” was the right answer. To this day, I think his mistrust in computers stems from that episode. He was a docker in a Northern city, and all he’d say for years afterwards was “you can’t trust those bloody things” in ... more colourful... language.