This morning I looked in a book of poetry my parents gave me for my 12th birthday for the slip of paper with my pen pal’s name and address. I found it without a problem, there where it has sat securely for a quarter century.
When I got to work I corrected the spelling of her name in my last entry and then I looked for her online. It didn’t take long to find a few Carina Karlssons. One of them was my age and looked vaguely familiar (I convinced myself). A little more work and I had her email address.
I sent her a note today to find out if she was my childhood pen pal. If she it, it will be something to be able to catch up after so many years.
[tags]pen pals, Carina Karlsson[/tags]