Dear Angie . . . I’m an Expert Cartwheeler Person
Yesterday I told you how I bumped into my old childhood pen pal from England, Jessica, while out-and-about blogging. I also let you read the letter that I wrote her in 1982 when I was 7 and incredibly charming and smart.
Today I’m posting the first letter she wrote to me in 1989 when she was 7 and also quite charming and smart. Oh. About the date. Yeah, the math doesn’t come out quite right — but it’s a really, really long way across the ocean.
Below is the letter I received from Jessica. When you’re done reading, check out her hilarious blog, Jessseeker, for more on the expert cartwheeler person.
My name is Jessica, I am seven years old and when my mum isn’t looking, I like to stick my tongue through the gap in my mouth where one of my two front teeth used to be. I live in England with my mum, dad, four brothers, lots of house spiders and one crazy dog.
My biggest brother is called Oli. Oli is a complete nerd, but he lets me play on his Etch a Sketch sometimes, so I like him.
Chris is bigger than me too. He kidnaps my Roger Rabbit all the time and throws worms in my hair. I try really hard to like him, but he makes it so difficult.
Then there’s me. I am an expert cartwheeler person and have a yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do. I can swim 25 metres without arm bands. I like to draw Snoopy, have just learnt to blow bubbles and can almost roll my tongue. I love purple, minty-green and peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I don’t like orange, grey or baked beans. When I grow up I want to be a children’s TV presenter-lady and have a pet giraffe named Elmo.
Mike is the youngest. He’s only a baby, but already likes bedtime stories and eating his own socks. I was his first word.
My mum cooks the best roast potatoes in the whole wide world and helps me with my spellings and times tables. She is beautiful and smells of fabric softener. My dad works almost every single day so he can win the bread. (Mum says he is the ‘breadwinner’). Sometimes, when he’s not working, he takes me on bike rides and I like them more than chocolate. He smells of Old Spice.
At the end of term I’m going to be a daffodil in my school play. I don’t have any lines, but there are 3 songs for all the flowers to learn, so it’s a big responstability.
I enclosed a sort-of friendship bracelet that I made just for you. I’m still learning how to make them, so it’s really just a plait, but you must never take it off. Not even in the bath. Not ever.
I’ve also put a picture in here of me with my smelly brothers. (I’m the one with the long hair and the dress). Can you tell my mum cuts our hair?
Your new best friend forever, from England,
Jessica, age 7¼ x