In 1979 I got a pen pal through the TV show The Big Blue Marble. It was the 70s, so there was no effort whatsoever to make sure either one of us was a child as we gave each other our home addresses. I know! All was well, but 52-year-old me is horrified by this. And if I sit down to write about getting a pen pal from Little Kid Sage’s point of view, it’s really hard to keep my adult self out of it…
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