I am a child of the 80s, but I don't remember a time without a computer in the house. Back when less than 10 percent of homes had a computer, we had a TI-99/4A. It was set up in a bedroom that my dad converted into an office of sorts with dark faux wood paneled walls and orange shag carpet that had worn thin. That's where he would repair old CB radios, TVs and, eventually computers while I watched him work.
When he had something that was beyond repair he would let me take it apart while he showed me how it should have worked. He taught me to use the old DOS command line and to make simple programs in QBasic. My brother and I used to go with him to TI user group meetings where people would bring any new gadgets or information that they had come across to share with each other.
Being exposed to technology in this way from such an early age defined the trajectory of my entire life. It showed me that technology isn't some scary, impenetrable black box, but instead it is meant to be tinkered with and to bring people together.