I do not own an Apple computer. I do all my work on PCs because, well, it worked out that way.
I had an Apple. First-generation MacIntosh, to be precise. It didn’t last.
My partner, Donna, got interested in computers back in the early and mid-80s. When I say “interested” I mean on the level of “hm, that looks cool, I wonder what it would be like to…” and not on the level of “that way lies the future, we gotta have one!” Being somewhat dense when it came to reading her enthusiasms (and separating hers from my own), by various strange avenues, she ended up getting a MacIntosh for Christmas. …