Where and how should I start to tell you about my first memories with technology? Should I go back to when I got my first manual typewriter or the time where my husband insisted to bring home what I considered to be the big heavy bulky munster? In any case, with so much technology changes I almost forgot all about that very first memory with technology. It was that heavy manual typewriter on the top of an old fashioned washing machine outside the house in Puerto Rico responsible for my new way of writing without holding a pen or a pencil.
A family friend who was a bank secretary was my mentor in using this machine. I remember waiting for her in the afternoon outside the house with the typewriter on the top of the washing machine where all the tap, tap, tap happened. She would come after work and teach me the proper way to place my little fingers on the raised sturdy keyboard. She would say, “Ok, comienza con el dedo pequeno y continua con los demas en el teclado del medio.” First, she made me recite the letters on the middle row. ” A,S, D, F, ‘;LKJ. Blah, Blah Blah
