Dear [Insert Your Name]...
The youthful writer in me (from a lineage of writers, you should know) always appreciated the summer camp activity, Letters to Self, often within the first twenty four-hours of decorating our bunks, kissing &/or hugging our parents goodbye (sometimes in tears, but never for too long), and initiating the process of making new friendships (that would inevitably last a lifetime). In these letters, we reflected on whatever our semi-developed psyches could muster, and then - months later when we least expected - the self-addressed envelope arrived in our mailboxes, reminding us of the person we once were (in June) compared to the person we had become (in October). Enjoy!
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