As stated here, all the names here have been changed, including mine. I can’t have anyone’s google results presenting them with this horror show. Anyhow. The name Jim was chosen for my ninth grade boyfriend because that was the name of the sneaker I wore then. This shoe box was used as storage for my old letters and cards - not folded up notes, but correspondence that was actually put through the mail. The passed notes from school were stored in a plastic piece of Tupperware, one intended for cereal, oddly. I found the container in my mother’s barn about 8 years ago, every note perfectly preserved, despite being inside of a drafty, damp and modly, cold barn through that many Upstate New York winters.
