I trained on that old typewriter because I knew what I wanted to do.
“I want to be a writer” I told the old lady
I must have been 7 or 8 years old.
“You better get a lot of education” she laughed
Still, I trained.
Now the keys are much easier.
They don’t care that I can punch through a wall with my index fingers.
Maybe laugh a little at how useless my pinkies became.
My middle fingers are agile.