My first was a case-computer where you could have taken it wherever you wanted. It was quite heavy and the keyboard was attached to it.
Then it broke, actually I broke it. I tried to fix some errors on the screen(computer technican at 14 ), without actually knowing what I was doing.
The screen was moveable up and down, so to hold the screen, I placed a glass full of water on the keyboard(how smart don't you think), I have no idea why I did it. To see any changes, I left the pc on while I was fixing the screen. I pushed some wires into the pc screen(how smart again ) to somehow fix it.
The glass eventually fell over and the water, well, into the keyboard. Smoke was coming out of the computer and eventually filled up my room.
Then my dad came running into the room. He first tried to do something about the computer and then to kill me. I ran into the bathroom and stayed there for 2 hours untill the situation has calmed down. I still got beaten up and the computer landed into the rubbish bin.
Damn, if I had been alone, I could have burned down the whole house including myself.
Maybe I didn't wanted to do anything about the smoke 'cause I liked fire as hell.
That's the story of my first computer. Sadly we just had it for a month...