Let me tell you a story.
When I was in high school, I remember when typewriters became computers and document processing a la touch typing became the darling-do.
Yes, I dated myself there. Cope and deal. I did a long time ago, you whipper-snappers. It could be worse: I could have regaled you with the brief fascination with daisy-wheels. We had 52 letters, 10 digits and a smattering of symbols. Tab-stops and the black-red ribbon were a goram innovation! I also remember cursively writing my middle-school creative writing assignments.
Why are you staring at me? I did it again. Damn.