Before emails, text messages, Facebook, Twitter, and everything else, people wrote letters. Remember those?
Back in the day when I was in school, I’d pass letters—not just notes—back and forth with friends. All the way through high school, I’d hit up the Sanrio store and cop girly notepads and gel pens and write long, long letters to boys I liked (that I’d never give them) and my girls (about the boys who’d never read them).
During religion class (I went to Catholic school), we’d write letters instead of listening to Father Chris drone on and on about Eucharist and the Saints. Recently, my mother found a box of my things from high school, which included some of the letters. I laughed at how silly I sounded and was a little jealous of my young self who still had the whole world ahead of her.
Letters, traded between friends or across miles with a pen pal, are a lost art. Somewhere between our “get it now” lives and the ease of electronic communication, many forgot how to put pen to paper and just…write.
When was the last time you received a letter in the mail? How did it make you feel?