zoebartlett
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I found an old photo album the other day as I was going through some boxes, and the pictures made me laugh hysterically. I wish I had a scanner because I''d post them if I could.
When I started college, I was really homesick for a while. It''s funny now because I was only 1.5 hours from home, but I didn''t like being "so far" from my family. Anyway, my parents had a rule that I had to stay at school until Columbus Day break. I guess they thought that if they let me come home before that, I''d want to come home every weekend. I guess to help make me perk up, my dad sent me a care package.
In it was a letter that my dad had typed up from the "Friend of the Month Club." It said that I now was a member of the club and once a month, I''d have a new friend to pal around with. The series of pictures included in this package were hilarious. My dad had bought one of those inflatable punching (bop) bags that looked like a wrestler. He took pictures of it with my family doing random things, and notes that said things like, "you, too, could be enjoying hours of time with your new friend." It showed my sister reading him a book, my dad driving with him in the passenger seat of his car, my mom serving him dinner, our family dog curled up with him, etc. Not long after I received this package, my family surprised me by coming to visit me at school -- and they brought Stanley, my new wrestler friend.
We still laugh about it -- 18 years later!
When I started college, I was really homesick for a while. It''s funny now because I was only 1.5 hours from home, but I didn''t like being "so far" from my family. Anyway, my parents had a rule that I had to stay at school until Columbus Day break. I guess they thought that if they let me come home before that, I''d want to come home every weekend. I guess to help make me perk up, my dad sent me a care package.
In it was a letter that my dad had typed up from the "Friend of the Month Club." It said that I now was a member of the club and once a month, I''d have a new friend to pal around with. The series of pictures included in this package were hilarious. My dad had bought one of those inflatable punching (bop) bags that looked like a wrestler. He took pictures of it with my family doing random things, and notes that said things like, "you, too, could be enjoying hours of time with your new friend." It showed my sister reading him a book, my dad driving with him in the passenger seat of his car, my mom serving him dinner, our family dog curled up with him, etc. Not long after I received this package, my family surprised me by coming to visit me at school -- and they brought Stanley, my new wrestler friend.
