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can't deceide amongst these;
when I was around 3 years old, my mom gave me a strange hot pink plastic toy hair dryer that ran on 1 AA battery. It had a drawing of a strange medusa-like girl on it. I'm a dude. I have no idea, how or why did she got that for me as a present, but i fucking loved it. so much so it's tiny momentary switch that turned it on completely broke my thumb. it made me really happy. (probably because my parents worked a lot so I was put into a nursery, and seeing my mom coming there for grabbing me at the end of the day always made me happy. so I maybe connected the toy hair dryer with this)
around 12 years old (it was around 2008-2009), a family friend gave me a Psion Series 3A palmtop computer (a retro handheld 16bit computer from the mid-to-end 90's) with few SSD cartridges (storage). previously it was used by the police force and on those cartridges I've found several police work related softwares written for the device. It was a special gift, I loved that machine. I learned a lot about programming on it with its strange programming language called OPL. Had a complete manual for it in my native language. It had not the best keys, but typed countless of lines of code on it.