Y'all, I almost forgot to tell you about this!
A couple months ago, my dad unearthed our old Barbie toys for my niece to play with. They were stuffed in a box deep in the scary shadows of the shed, likely untouched since the mid-nineties.
When my mom opened the box, she found this lying on top:
Allow me to transcribe.
I'm calling you "children" because I'm only 13 yrs old - not old enough to have you or be an aunt. (I don't know your name.) But I ❤ U very much even though I don't know you yet.
Anyway, have fun with this Barbie stuff. My sister, Rachel, and I had many fun years with it. Be careful and don't trash it but have A TON OF FUN. (After you finish reading this - come ask me for some CANDY! I ❤ fun & games & laughter & candy!)
Your Grandpa Casey made the Barbie house for you. Isn't that neat? Gotta Go.
See ya in about 15 years.
Lara (your, mom, aunt, or FRIEND)
I would like to point out that:
a) I've always had a flare for the dramatic.
b) As a child, I read way too many books where people buried time capsules.
c) I was only one year off on the year prediction!
d) I think my all-caps were well placed.
Dear 13 year old self,
You and your sister will have CUTE kids. You will ❤ them more than you know you're capable of.
(You won't grow out of your proclivity for all-caps.)
Lara (your future self)