It arrived in my house when I was still a toddler. It had 5 MB of disk space. And I learned to play Treasure MathStorm and Treasure Galaxy on it. Soon, it was out-of-date, slow, and could not cope up with the memory requirements of the roaring 1990's. Apple seemed like it was going to die, and my family joined the Windows revolution. And through all of it, no matter what anyone said about Apple, my first memories of playing with a computer always brought a sort of fuzzy, nostalgic feeling when I heard the name. I was so, so happy when they roared back to life in the 2000's.
Steve Jobs was an entrepreneur, an inventor, it is true. He, perhaps more than any other individual, made the Computer Age, which gave birth to the Internet Age, the story of my generation. Our generation grew up with his genius woven into the fabric of everything we did, even if we never bought a Mac. But, however abrasive he may have been as a person, he was also the rarest breed of being: a hero. Great entrepreneurs see what people want and give it to them. Heros see what people haven't even realized they want, and they make it happen. Heros add beauty to the world, and Steve Jobs was the consummate artist of the Computer Age: he believed that nerdiness could dare to look beauty in the face. He made the cliches come true. He was the ugly duckling, raised by adoptive parents, who dropped out of college and became a swan: the toast of Silicon Valley. He literally "built his company out of a garage." He was the American Dream. RIP Steve Jobs.