I have often felt lucky to be my age, because as the last of the War Babies, I am young enough to adopt to new technology while old enough to appreciate life BC (before computers).
I started with a 7k paperback book-size laptop (before laptops got a name) from Radio Shack, supplied by my daily newspaper so I could write town and county council stories and file them by licking and sticking a suction cup on my rotary phone (landline) receiver instead of dictating - which involved a whole pit of problems with homonyms and mishearings and misunderstandings. I remember doubling the memory to 14k so I could write two stories on it. Then I went hog wild and bought a Tandy 1000 from Radio Shack, which inexplicably lost its strong market lead in the PC game soon after this model. 
As part of the leading edge of the PC revolution, I launched my sons on paths to high nerdy skills, but didn't stay current enough to keep up myself. A child of the build-it-to-last generation, I refused to buy a new computer every 6 months and thus got woefully behind the dazzling innovations, so when I did upgrade, it was a whole new learning experience--and not usually a pleasant one.
Even with all the help from my sons and employers, I experienced extreme frustration and cursed each new generation as I tried to untangle its nerdy inner workings.
This cartoon brings home a story I did in the high plains desert of Colorado, the extreme eastern corner (next stop: Nebraska), where the mountains can't yet be seen. A report on the police scanner (I was the police reporter for a daily) stated that county deputies has discovered several computers in the ditch on County Road XX--murdered by multiple shotgun blasts.
I so understood the rapagenous impulse that led to the computercides. While I fully acknowledge the advances computers have bequeathed to society, I lament the loss of locomotion as young (and old) children endanger their health sitting at them for uncountable hours as well as the absence of imagination and wild fancy in young children fed every thought and impulse by business-based media cartoons.
And I would not be surprised if someday we all agree the best way to welcome the computer revolution may have been with shotguns.