My whole history of dealing with computer was history of fighting parents forbidding me to spend much time gaming. First PC they bought me back in 1995 was 486 DX4-100; it had a key-lock option that would turn off the keyboard. But I quickly learned 'Halt on all but keyboard errors' BIOS option, thus I could boot and use the mouse to navigate in Norton Commander and run some mouse-controlled games.
Allright, then they took away the power plug adapter (those times wall outlets in Russia had too narrow holes to accept an euro plug, thus a small adapter was needed). But I used an old power extender to build an unreliable yet working solution.
Okay, then they decided to take away the whole keyboard. But keyboards were already cheap enough, so that I saved some pocket money and bought myself another one. To conceal its existence from parents I made a hanging stash under my bed (actually a post packbox lid and two ropes). It was totally invisible from outside if you don't stick your head under the bed which no one except me ever did. No one ever found that stash.
But after parents bought a second apartment next to our existing one, they made a decision to lock the PC in an unused kitchen of that apartment, so that they won't need to carry the keyboard here and there and only use a key. Ok, when they were absent, I sneaked into the place where spare keys were and replaced that kitchen spare key with a similar one. Soon after I made three copies and hid them in a bathroom, putting them on a bolt sticking from inner side of bath tub's leg. Since the space under the bath tub was isolated, there were no way to notice the keys other than intentionally touching bath tub's leg from its inner side. Also eventually I hammered in a small nail into that screen from inner side and hung one key on it to reduce the risk of losing everything in the case someone finds my stash. These stashes were also never found, I suppose new owners of that apartment don't realise they have three spare kitchen keys under their bath tub...
Also there was a problem with CRT display heating up from usage, so it was possible to determine that PC was recently on by putting one's hand over that display's back side. After all, I learned to put a large tabletop fan over the display; this way no any heat was felt.
Despite my last two stashes were never found and my deception weren't laid bare, it was such a stress to always remember that I might be caught at any time. I learned to listen to any suspicious sound to predict if parents are coming. Jumped up hundreds of times in anxiety to look into the window for their car. This continued for nearly four years, after that I left the city to study in Moscow.
All this taught me a lesson about parents. They say they love you etc., but when it comes to making decisions, they always 'better know what's better for you' and in the end they don't give a flying fuck about your interests, wishes and feelings. Neither they ever forget to say that 'nothing will come out of you if you continue your gaming/musicwriting/etc.' You can't negotiate with them, only cheat them into believing you are that paragon of a human they want you to be and you have no desires other than studying, working, marrying, raising children and otherwise being a 'good social person'.
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