There’s a lot of nostalgia out there for the era of eight-bit computers — especially the home-oriented ones from the likes of Commodore and Sinclair and Atari. And I get why: they were tremendously liberating and empowering to those who had never had access to computing before. And the BASIC interpreters they all came with were likewise quite empowering to those who hadn’t previously realized that they could write their own programs.
But as someone who was already empowered, I couldn’t stand those crappy toy computers. Never owned one. I didn’t start wanting my own computer until the sixteen bit era. The first personal computer that actually made me want it was the Apple Lisa, which of course was prohibitively expensive. The first one I wanted enough to pay hard-earned money for, at a time when I didn’t have much, was the Amiga 1000.
(Last I checked, my Amiga 1000 still runs. But one of these days the disk drives are going to fail, and any available replacements will be just as old and worn. Turns out that what a lot of retrocomputing hobbyists do is to use hardware adapters to connect their old disk cables to modern flash-memory drives. It may be kind of cheating but at least you won’t have range anxiety about how much you dare use it before it breaks.)
To me, the sixteen bit era, and the 32-bit transition following, was the most fun time, when the computers were capable enough to do plenty of cool stuff, but also still innovative and diverse enough to not be all boring and businesslike.