Hello, Wade. I am you.
I am sending you this letter from far in the future; never mind how I did it. You probably found the envelope on your dresser with your name written in longhand on it. You may not recognize your handwriting because it has changed a bit over the years. So, to prove that it is really you I will tell you a couple of things that only you know. Continue reading “A Letter from Me to My Sixteen Year-Old Self”