God, remember pen pals? I got one once through a program associated with like an Olympics or a World Cup so they were...
God, remember pen pals?
I got one once through a program associated with like an Olympics or a World Cup so they were international, we went like two and a half rounds
I remember my parents signed me up for one because they were desperately trying to get me to interact with other human beings, and the guy sent me a drawing of himself naked
(it was not a particularly well-executed depiction)
(I never told them, and didn’t write back either)
There was this one guy Kevin who was a few grades ahead of me but everyone was, I think my dad had his (b.1938) memories of the town more kid-full, and also the development for young families my parents bought into turned out to be a NORC and the young families moved in to the cheaper one two minutes down, and later further out
Anyway Kevin, and I didn’t recognize this at the time but it’s obvious in retrospect, was more working class, living without a NES in those duplexes by the old Mrs. Fields Fish Sticks plant
I just remember when I was still maybe a year before puberty him explaining that he had whittled and waxed and stained this wood dildo to give to this girl he knew
haha, I’d never heard the term “NORC” but that is totally where I grew up
my parents were so happy to get the house my great-grandmother moved out of and didn’t think what that implied about the neighborhood demographics
It was decent dog-walking money (and dogs!) and an underused pool their dues paid for