My Computer is Old

i stare at the computer screen. the graphics sometimes aren't the best, but i love it. it's old. it's not new. we bought it old. we bought it used. but it doesn't matter. because i love it. i love the keyboard. i love the fonts. i just love every part of it. even the strange games that didn't come with other computers, for when i was bored. i just love it. my old computer.

My computer is old. I was actually going to get a laptop, for writing stories, you see. (I don't write stories on this computer. I do it on "my" computer that stays in my room.) We'd been looking at laptops for awhile, and then my mom came home with a really old computer.

"This is for you," she said. "It works, and I thought you'd like it."

At first, I was kind of hesitant. I mean, I'd been wanting a new laptop. But after awhile, I loved it. Even though it's rather old, and doesn't have internet connection. It doesn't matter.

My computer is old. But I love it.

It has glitches, it has funny things, but I'm familiar with them. I know how to take care of them. I know how to do different things on it. I love reading the stories on it. I love everything about it. I know it's old, but I love it.

It's not as nice as others, or maybe not as nice as I'd first dreamed. But, really, it's been an awesome computer for me. The next computer I want is a laptop, but in the meantime, I'm going to be enjoying my computer. It's old. But I love it.