A Letter From My 12 Year-Old Self

Today I found a letter I wrote on November 12th, 1982 when I was 12 years old.  It's to my cousin Shiron.  First, I'm impressed by my cursive writing, which is much worse today than it was almost 30 years ago.  I was living in Hawaii at the time and Shiron was in California.  She would come home to Hawaii during the summers.

I got a kick out of it and thought I'd share it, complete with grammatical errors and spelling errors:

Dear Shiron,


Thanks for the pictures of your brothers.  did you give them the letter that I wrote for them?  And you don't take ugly pictures.  And what's an A.S.B. card?


I got boared of Pac-Man and I play Jr. Donkey too.  I can make it up to the one where you have to jump on a spring.


Burgundy can make it up to her banana!  But on reagular Pac-Man I think that the farthest she can make it up to is the first apple.  I'm very good at Tron!


Lana is 9 years old.  You still listen to Scott Baio?  Now my favortie song is "Do you wanna touch" by Joan Jett and "Jack and Diane" By John Couger and "Don't fight it" By Journey.  Whats your favorite songs.


I used to like this boy Keoni, then now I like his best friend Dane.  Do you like anyone special?  How's your mom and Dad and your Brothers?  Do you want to go to collage with me when were old enough!?


Love,
Natalie


PS. My leg problem is over I can do anything now!


Ah to live in the days where life was as challenging as your next level on Donkey Kong and Scott Baio was all the rage.

I stalked Keoni for a good two years during Middle School.  I had forgotten all about liking his friend Dane, that was short lived.  I didn't realize I had aspirations of going to college when I was 12.

My leg problem was from stepping into a hole with a broken pipe in it that cut my leg open, requiring a ton of stitches.  Shiron was with me when it happened earlier that summer.

To be 12 again.