My Love of Postal Mail

I think my earliest memory – of loving postal mail – was a book I had as a child, called something like “Free Stuff for Kids.” On every page, there was an offer with a perforated coupon. You had to send the coupon, a letter, and a stamped self-addressed envelope to the address on that page. As an example of the free stuff, I can only remember receiving stickers, but it I know it wasn’t always stickers. It was kinda lame, I guess – children requesting advertising tat – but I loved sending off some mail, knowing that I was going to get something back for free.

My second earliest memory was in grade 5 in primary school, I think. Maybe grade 6. We all had “mailboxes” on our desks – I can’t remember if we made them, or if they were provided. Anyway – we could leave notes for each other, and I thought that was the COOLEST. I was over the moon. I loved leaving silly/fun/friendly/strange notes for my friends. I loved checking my mailbox and finding notes in there, like little secrets, little surprises. And… a bit further into the year… I had a strong crush on a boy in my class, and I remember leaving some anonymous notes for him!

I keep coming back to postal mail. I still want to build something that involves postal mail. 📮💌📯

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