The girl has a boyfriend. OK, that may not be news to those of you who follow me on Twitter or have befriended either me or the girl on Facebook. But for those of you who didn’t know — SIT DOWN — IT’S OK. She’s 14. And they’re not really going on couple dates and neither one of them can drive, so they’re pretty much always with a group or a parent.
Anyway. The girl has a boyfriend and said boyfriend has been far away at a camp for WEEKS. The camp has no internet. No cell phones. No phones. No fax machines (what’s that?) or other forms of communication that periodically require electricity.
She has been getting letters. Handwritten, in an envelope with an address and a stamp, arriving in the mailbox, letters.
Not only is she getting letters, she’s WRITING them. I honestly can’t think of any other scenario that would make this kid (or any other kid of this generation) hand write letters and mail them.
I hope that these letters and the memories of the anticipation and the summer of writing stay with her for a lifetime.