My story is a long one, but it aptly describes my life with Mac's. It is a tale of happiness, betrayal, sadness, and...um...happiness? *looks behind self* (does that sound good?...I guess so...whatever) *faces keyboard* Anyways... My tale begins long ago in the far away year of 1993. I was only 5 years old at the time. I was living in the carefree, yet idiotic years of my youth. I was over at my grandmother and grandfather's house. They finally felt that I was old enough to go into the spare room that they had in their house.