You may find it hard to believe but I was a little wise ass when I was a kid and I had a penchant for breaking things. I thought the carriage return was cool and I used to press it all the time on my older sister's typewriter because it made such a quick movement and loud noise. Then, I broke the typewriter. After getting punched by my sister and smacked around the house by my father, just for good measure, I finally left her typewriter alone.
It's probably why I never learned to type over the rest of my adult life. Ironically, my sister typed all of my papers in college and at work, I hand write everything and have the secretaries type it. To this day, all of my typing is done with just a few fumbly fingers.