As a child, I felt excited whenever I received something in the mail. It did not matter whether it was a letter, postcard, greeting card, or package. It gave a sense of mystery, as if it was Christmas all over again.
Occasionally, I would fill up a 20x20 and send it back home. Most of the things inside are for my niece. I remember the last time we spoke on the phone. She was asking me when she can expect the box to arrive. Most children get anxious when they know you're sending them something. Especially when you tell them that it's a surprise.
A couple years ago, I sent my niece her first personal parcel. Her mom took a photo. It was so sweet seeing the smile on her face when she received the package.
I received an unstamped postcard from Idris and Emer today. Maybe, just maybe, I'll publish it here.
Rambling Gypsy
Leave a comment
Be blatantly racist, sexist or homophobic
Be personally defamatory or insulting or which seek to derail a thread through provocation of one kind or another
Strike us as stupid or irrelevant
Consistently seek debates
Anonymous comments are gladly accepted, but not from individuals using more than one ID, pretending that their comments originate from more that one person. The only acceptable exception to that is when a person who normally comments under their own name needs to comment anonymously for clear professional or personal reasons. Commenters should provide a valid, working email address. Such addresses are only visible to the author of this site. Commenters who provide addresses like noone@nowhere.net may find their comments deleted without warning.