When I was in elementary school I had a pen pal from Finland. I can’t remember how the school hooked the two of us up, but we continued to write letters for months after the initial assignment was over.
I loved to receive those letters. My pen pal would draw all sorts of pictures representing the history of his homeland and I would send back all sorts of interesting stickers and images of the U.S. Since we were young we wrote our letters on those enormous pieces of long lined white paper and I remember unfolding each letter bit by bit until I could spread it out on the table in front of me.
I kept those letters locked in a tiny chest in my house for years. I wish I still had one. I would love to track down my pen pal and find out what became of him.
Isn’t it funny to think that a tiny, inexpensive stamp sent those letters half way around the world and brought me so much joy as a child.
I don’t know what got me thinking about that today, but I can’t get the image of those letters out of my head. It is such a happy memory.