Saturday, October 2, 2010


Before cell phones and texting, we wrote notes.
I found a landslide of old notes from junior high and yes, even high school. Written in class and passed in between them, these handwritten messages were nothing short of epic. They are recapitulations of my crushes, my best friends' crushes, and the intricacies of young teenage life.

These not only contain the long obsolete gossip of our young love lives, but our masterpieces, pencil drawings instead of picture mail.

Text messages are automatically deleted to make room for more in coming 160-character stories, but these notes never die.

Good thing we used clever aliases and wrote in intricate codes.

But not always. Sometimes they were simple.
Ah, the back of my drawers is walking through memory lane.


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