Ever get a weird/sentamental feeling when getting rid of old computers?

A few months ago, I bought my first Apple computer, which is a MacBook Pro, and it is awesome. It cost about $2000, which is a lot for me, and I figured I'd offset some of the costs by selling my previous computer, which is an old Dell laptop that I had for about 2 years (I was way overdue for an upgrade). However, when it came time to selling it, I decided against it. It was the first computer I used to install Apache on. I learned PHP, CSS, HTML, JavaScript on it. Not to mention all the SERIOUS web browsing. The keys on the home row have considerably more wear than the rest of the keys, which is evidence of how much I've had my fingers on the keyboard. I figure that the memories I have on this machine are worth more than the $200 or so I would get from selling it. As a result, I chose not to sell it, and now it sits in my closet. Anybody else have similar sentimental bonds to their previous computers?

I recall my very first computer - it was an old Packard Bell machine with a top of the line Pentium processor, and it had Windows 95 on it, and although I was very young and did not do much tech related stuff on it, I still used the hell out of it. Lots of educational games that my parents bought me, and lots of playing Sierra's "3D Ultra Pinball" and "The Incredible Toon Machine". Haha. I also remember my second computer which I used in a similar way which was a Pentium II and had Windows 98 on it. I used the HELL out of these machines.

When I was in high school, I thought it would be fun to take these 2 computers apart and destroy them in the process. I recall opening the hard drives with a screwdriver and throwing all the parts all over the yard. When I was done I threw them in the trash. Boy what a fucktard I was. Now that I just graduated college, I wish I had these machines :-/ I kept this regret in mind when making my decision NOT to sell my old laptop. :-)