When I started high school in 1972, there was one computer (a DEC pdp8/e) for the entire school of several thousand students. Each department had a "lab" room where students could come during their free time and get assistance with that subject; the one computer was in the "Math Lab". (inb4: all the "meth lab" jokes -- haha, meth wasn't even a Thing then)
There were maybe a dozen students who were really interested in the computer, and I became one of them. (One of my classmates went on to work for Williams, where he ended up co-writing the code for the original Defender arcade game.) At the start, all I knew about computers was that in the movies the villain would use one to take over the world. I found a paper tape in the hallway with a number-guessing game on it, and I went to the Math Lab to play. One of the Teletypes was available, so I sat down to try and figure out what to do with this tape. Another student suggested I wait for the other TTY. I asked him why, and he said "it works better." I later learned that he was the author of the game I was trying to play, and the other TTY was the only one actually connected to the computer. But "works better" was the level of computer wisdom I was graced with at that time.
Eventually I became more of an "expert" -- I learned to program in FOCAL-69, then FOCAL8, and finally EDUSYSTEM-20 BASIC. I had some faint grasp of assembly language, but mostly stayed clear of that black magic. The teachers who supervised the Math Lab weren't "computer people" and so when there was a problem with the machine, the teacher would find one of Us and write us a pass out of our next class, if necessary, to reload BASIC -- a process that took just about precisely one class period. We learned how to intentionally crash the pdp, so that we could get a pass out of a class if, for example, there was a test we hadn't studied for.
After graduation I joined the US Navy and when I was home on leave I visited my old school and noticed they had changed to Apple II machines. I asked what had happened to the old computer and they said it was in a district warehouse. I talked my way up the chain and eventually bought it (in 1980 or thereabout), plus an ASR-33 and all the tapes they could find, for a few hundred dollars. I actually got permission to bring it aboard my ship, a Spruance class destroyer, and over the next few years that pdp8 travelled with me to the Persian Gulf and all over the Pacific. I also wrote a program that would print out an ASCII graphic girlie calendar, customized to count down to a specific date, and handed out "short-timer" calendars to my shipmates.
I had written a Yahtzee program and when we spent some cold-war time off the coast of Russia, I patched the game to change all the print statements to sound like it was the output of some kind of encryption device. The Radio Room on the ship used KSR-35s and so my printouts looked like they could have come from there. In those days trash disposal at sea was simply a matter of tossing plastic bags over the side, and I fantasized that the Russians would pick up my discarded Yahtzee sessions and puzzle over this hitherto-unknown American code.
I haven't fired up that old pdp8 in a few decades, but it, plus some spare parts and at least two ASR-33s, is waiting in my garage to be a fun summer restoration project.