Today, I got a letter from myself. I wrote it in a computer class that I took in the tenth grade. It was dated December 19, 2005. I was sixteen, I still lived with both of my parents and what was then all of my brothers, I had just fallen in love for the first time, and I was as open-hearted and warm as anyone is ever likely to be. My friends were my whole world, my mom was my hero (some things never change), and I was so willing and so able to put my whole soul out in the open. Some of this letter is awkward, some is embarassing, some doesn't make sense to anyone but me, and some of it is about people and things that live in my past like a beautiful scene in an old movie. Reading this letter was like having lunch with myself at sixteen. Though it is a little strange, I thought it was important, and I'm going to reprint it here, with as few corrections as modesty will allow :). I'd like to introduce you to Rachel Cathleen Esteban, aged 16.
