Hello dear internet user)
Everyone has stories about their friends/relatives putting alot of waste in their browsers with malicious toolbars and unnecessary applications, and you may be thinking that my grandfather managed to get the Internet's equivalent of syphilis just after moments of getting online. As it turned out, he had an odd sort of natural immunity to this dark side of the Web.
"Okay, Dad," my father had been saying, "this is your browser. You use it to look at the Internet." He pointed at the top section of the screen as he spoke. "This field here is where you'll type in the address of whatever website you want to visit."
"Sure, I know that much," joked my grandfather. "I don't know any addresses, though!"
"Right, so you'll need to look them up." My father gestured at the address bar again. "This browser lets you use that field to search for things, too. Try typing in 'metallurgy' or something."
My grandfather did as he was instructed, and - after examining the resultant page for a few seconds - he said how great it was that he could access an entire libraries' worth of encyclopedias from the comfort of his office. He asked more questions, but after a few minutes, my father encouraged him to do some experimentation.
When he came back a little while later, though, he discovered that he'd left out a rather a very important detail.
"Uh, Dad?" my father asked. "What are you doing?"
My grandfather pointed his finger at the screen. "That's supposed to be an entry on trains. I'm going to look at it."
"That's great, but... again, what are you doing?" My father pointed at an open notebook next to the keyboard.
He answered "Look, I'm new to this whole Internet thing. Maybe you kids can remember all of these addresses, but I need to write them down."
Largely with horror (and with small amount of amusement), my father watched as my grandfather wrote - by hand - an entire URL onto a physical sheet of paper. Once he had finished, he closed his browser window, opened a new one, and typed the link he had copied into the address bar.
"Damn!" said my grandfather, having been presented with an error page. "I must have written it down wrong. Hold on." Once again, he closed the browser window, opened another one, typed "trains" into the address bar, then started manually transcribing the URL he intended to visit.
My father actually let him finish before pointing out what would have been obvious to you or me.
We all had to start somewhere, right?))
You remember how you started it?)

Daria