When I was 4, I got a typewriter. I must have been 4, for I hadn't left for Australia yet and I remember carrying it to the neighbours house in Manchester. She was called Sarah and she got a typewriter too. We either had birthdays at the same time, or it was Christmas time. Mine was a Petite 4. It was brown and I can still remember the sensation the space-bar had. Sarah's had both a red ribbon and a black ribbon, the Petite 4 had only black. I was so jealous. I feel quite bad even writing this here, as I know Mum will look at this blog, and I don't want her to think I was ungrateful. I loved mine! I just wanted red too. I found one again. On Ebay. I am not sure I really have need for a replacement, but it was lovely to see it again.
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