Dear 8 year old me
Oh, how the years have passed. I think, oh how naive you are. Things will get rough. Believe me. I know they will all too well. Our stories are the same. You will experience the same. But remember, no matter what, I got through it all. And I turned out all right. (At least, I hope so!) Don't hold your breath. And on that last day, when you're walking out the door in mid March (the day you are about to play the recorder), a Wednesday, I remember, look back at the school and treasure the last moments of being there. Don't ask me why. I won't tell you. You will understand after that school day. Please take care. I feel sorrow that you will have to go through the things I went through. Fear not though. Things will get better, worse, better, worse, and now, they're better. Also can you share me my 4th Grade Digital Writing notebook when you get the chance? I can't access it anymore for reasons that I can not say.
13 year old you
Posted in response to the challenge Letter.
Comments
We would have so much to learn from ourselves, if only we had a glimpse into the future! But all we can do is soothe our inner child, give them the reassurance they still need to hear. I think writing these kinds of letters is such an important healing exercise for us all, no matter how grown we are. It'd be worth repeating in five years time again -- and no doubt, your 18-year-old self, just about to graduate, will be calling out 13-year-old you for her currently undetectable naivete, too!
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