I remember using an electric typewriter for the first time, it seemed as if it was running away with me. This was 1961 or 2.
Some time later I remember when I went on a Computer course in Manchester. The thought was daunting enough in itself, but at the end of the first day I was totally confused. I returned to my hotel and sat up most of the night with the sheaf of information that I had been given, but was still none the wiser. The next day I returned with some trepidation and the tutor called me into her office. Here it comes- was I to be sent home in disgrace because I was too dim to understand? Luckily (depending on which way you look at it) she told me that I had inadvertently been booked on the advanced course (the third in a series intended for those who were going on to do computer programming) rather than that for a beginner !
I went on to enjoy computers, and took a great interest in how they worked, which has stood me in good stead over the years. I must admit that sometimes I find my phone more challenging and have to resort to asking my grandchildren for help, though I was somewhat aggrieved when I was once asked “Granny, are you sure you have got it switched on”.