I have always remembered the Christmas I got my typewriter. I really, really wanted it but was told (as I've told my children since) "sorry it costs too much and Santa hasn't got enough pennies!
The year was1967.I opened all my prezzies and no typewriter. Then I was sent to the kitchen to have breakfast, and in the walk in pantry was... my typewriter in its yellow leatherette case!
I was the happiest girl alive, and by all accounts the most annoying with the constant tap, tap, tap on the keyboard! I still have my typewriter, although the ribbon has worn out!