Without warning, my mother replaced the computer. The new one, although snazzier, did not have disk drives. Because of this, she threw out all of the floppy disks.
I promptly aquired my own laptop, as well as a flash drive. The family computer shall never know my touch.
Isacean
The first story I ever wrote, my mother deleted.
My own mother hacked my user account on the family computer, cracked the security on my documents file, and deleted the first real story I ever wrote, for no other reason than because it was about two girls falling in love.
I haven't had the heart to rewrite it, and I will forever hate my mother for doing it in a time when we still used floppy discs to backup our work. (she snapped those, too >.<)
I've been lucky with my flashdrives. I lose them sometimes, but they always make their way back to me eventually. I've never been in a situation where somebody's comments or criticisms have kept me from writing something, but with my luck, acknowledging that fact will cause it to happen soon sweatdrop
My own mother hacked my user account on the family computer, cracked the security on my documents file, and deleted the first real story I ever wrote, for no other reason than because it was about two girls falling in love.
I haven't had the heart to rewrite it, and I will forever hate my mother for doing it in a time when we still used floppy discs to backup our work. (she snapped those, too >.<)
I've been lucky with my flashdrives. I lose them sometimes, but they always make their way back to me eventually. I've never been in a situation where somebody's comments or criticisms have kept me from writing something, but with my luck, acknowledging that fact will cause it to happen soon sweatdrop
Normally, I'm against violence, but I'd have a very difficult time not hitting someone who did that. Horrid thing to do, even worse to do to your own child, considering the implications.
