For Miles's fourth birthday in 2003, we gave him a Yamaha keyboard that he enjoyed fiddling around with, but after a while, it gathered dust until Sara began piano lessons about ten years later. Although we have a piano in the living room, she had the keyboard in her room and used it regularly. But then the power adapter broke, and she didn't mention it, so the keyboard gathered dust again. Although I wasn't optimistic about getting a replacement, today I took the broken adapter to the store where I bought the keyboard – and not only could they replace it, they even still had my eighteen-year-old purchase in their computer records. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 24 November 2021)
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