A Day in the Life of a Keyboard

A Day in the Life of a Keyboard from the perspective of a keyboard being used by a child

Ah, another day! The sun is shining, the screen is glowing, and" oh no. He’s back. The Tiny One.

His small fingers hover over me, wiggling with excitement. I brace myself. Here we go.

Thump. Thump. Thump.
Oh dear. That’s not typing. That’s random banging! I wince as my poor Spacebar gets the worst of it. The Tiny One giggles. He finds this funny.

Wait" what’s he doing now? Pressing every single key in sight! His eyes widen as strange letters appear on the screen:
"gfdslkweeeewopqz!!!!!!!"
A masterpiece of gibberish. He claps. I sigh.

Then, a new terror" his tiny fingers grip my "Enter" key. He pulls. I scream internally. No! That key is not a toy! But I am powerless. The war between Tiny One and Keyboard has begun.

Just when I think I might lose a key forever" SPLASH!

Oh no. Oh no no no. It’s raining.
But wait… it’s not rain. It’s water! Cold, seeping into my cracks and crevices. A slow, tragic doom. Tiny One gasps. Big Human (probably a parent) rushes over with a towel, shaking their head. Crisis averted… for now.

As I dry off, Tiny One gently presses a few keys. His touch is lighter now. Soft, curious. Click. Clack. Click. I like this. It tickles.

He types again.
"hello keyboard"

I sigh in relief. Maybe he’s learning. Maybe he’s growing. Maybe"

WHACK! He slams the spacebar again.

Never mind.