My childhood on Mommy’s typewriter.
Jamming the keys on purpose.
Hitting the space bar until the bell rings
Switching to the red ribbon when it was available.
Oh! And who could forget typing letter upon letter in one place at (the end of the line)
when you forgot to return.
The advent of correction tape and Liquid Paper brought smudges and white fingernails.
Forget the iPad.
My childhood was half struck letter and wasted paper
Black ink fingertips and forgotten margins