Give me the Mac until he's seven and I'll show you the geek
Today is an important one. Seven years ago on June 16 I purchased my first Mac. After being tied to Windows through my job, I at last had the opportunity to experiment in 2005. A friend got a Mac Mini and told me how good it was, so I decided to have a go. I reasoned that for £200-odd I could put my toe in the water and, if I hated the experience, eBay would help out.
I brought the Mini home, plugged in a keyboard and a monitor and I was immediately smitten. Three days later I was back at the Regent Street Apple Store waving my credit card in the direction of a 15-in G4 PowerBook. Since then I haven’t given Windows a second glance; and this is a common enough phenomenon when talking to Apple fans.
At the time I became a Mac fanboy I was using a Windows Mobile phone, a Treo 750, I think, and soon realised that syncing PIM data with the Mac was something of a hit-or-miss affair. I consulted the Apple forums, now Community, and innocently suggested it might be a good idea if Apple made a phone.
I was shot down in flames. Apple will never, never, ever make a phone. Of course, you know the rest of the story. Barely eighteen months later Apple did make a phone and it was the remaking of the company. We’ve all come a long way in the past seven years.