November 4, 2025
I still remember my sixth birthday party. I don’t remember every person I invited, what activities we did, what I wore, or even what kind of cake I got. (Luckily, there are plenty of pictures). But what I do remember, clear as day, was inviting each and every one of my friends—by mail.
Sitting at the kitchen island, eight pieces of blank printer paper spread out before me, I wrote out personalized invitations one by one. I drew pictures and doodles, customized for each friend, and finished them off with my landline phone number (RIP) at the bottom, just in case there were any scheduling conflicts. Excited and nervous, I carefully tucked the letters into envelopes, stuck on a stamp, and dropped them into the mailbox, knowing that for the next few days, they’d be traveling across the town and into my friends’ homes.
November 4, 2025
I still remember my sixth birthday party. I don’t remember every person I invited, what activities we did, what I wore, or even what kind of cake I got. (Luckily, there are plenty of pictures). But what I do remember, clear as day, was inviting each and every one of my friends—by mail.
Sitting at the kitchen island, eight pieces of blank printer paper spread out before me, I wrote out personalized invitations one by one. I drew pictures and doodles, customized for each friend, and finished them off with my landline phone number (RIP) at the bottom, just in case there were any scheduling conflicts. Excited and nervous, I carefully tucked the letters into envelopes, stuck on a stamp, and dropped them into the mailbox, knowing that for the next few days, they’d be traveling across the town and into my friends’ homes.