When I was a little kid, I didn’t have much technology around me. I mean it was the late 90’s/early 2000’s so there wasn’t much technology around yet, but the crowning jewel of my home at the age of five was our television. I would sit in front of that thing to no end. I watched Dragon Tales, Power Rangers, Arthur, you name it. Now as a five year old I would get very upset when my mother would take over my TV time to watch her shows (Rosy O’Donnell, Ellen, etc.), but she was the adult so she got her way.

One fine evening as my mother was preparing dinner and I was watching a particularly riveting episode of Power Rangers, my mother came in to warn me that I would soon need to turn the TV off to come and eat dinner. As any five year old would, I pretended not to hear her and continued enjoying my show. She warned me a second time and I still refused to acknowledge her.

By this time my mother was pretty frustrated. She walked into the living room and turned the TV off herself and told me I had lost my privileges for the next day since I didn’t listen. She walked back into the kitchen to bring our dinner to the table and all of a sudden heard a loud CRASHHHH!!

Now, as a five year old, I of course had a very sparkly and very large pet rock. And let me tell you, she was B E A U tiful! In that moment when my mother had come in and shut of the TV, cutting me off from the most pivotal moment of the episode, I lost it. I took my beautiful pet rock and threw it with all my might at the television screen. My mom ran into the room horrified and I stood there letting the immense stupidity of what I had just done sink in.

From then on I never had a TV in my house again. The one I destroyed was taken away and was never replaced by another. I have now always treated my various forms of technology with the utmost respect they deserve, but I will always mourn the loss of not only my TV but also my beautiful sparkly pet rock.

I was looking for a good computer to keep all my family pictures and work files on. I found a nice shiny tower and screen that worked perfectly. Then I had to move and I completely forgot to label it so the box was not handled properly. When I turned it on at the new house the screen was all black and the tower just made a high pitched noise that would not stop. I lost all my pictures, files, music, everything!!! I was devastated…I still it have just in case there is a way to bring my stuff back. I’m still angry I have lost all those pictures and music. Now I am a lot less careless with my technology, I cannot have something like that happen again. So for all of you with important things on your computer either print your stuff or back it up!!!!

 As with the end of any other day, I stopped at the end of my very long driveway on my way home to check the mail. After retrieving the stack of bills and sale ads, I got back into my car and pulled up to the house.  Several hours latter I needed to make a call so I started looking for my phone. After a half an hour or so, I was in total Taz mode trying to find the phone that was no place to be found.

I tore my car and house apart looking for it, interrogated the dog, cat , kids , and wife. At this point I was certain that my cell phone was now with the same people that steal one sock.  I spent the night sleepless not knowing where my phone was or what had happened to it.

At about 6 am the next day while leaving my driveway I finally found it.  Oh my what a terrible site.  It appears that I had ran the poor thing over.  It was very much dead.  All of the kings horses and all of the kings men could never put my cell phone together again.

I went to the local Verizon store with the carcass of my cell phone in a Walmart bag. My despair soon turned to joy because my old cell phone was outdated and my new phone is so much better than the one I killed.