When I was 12, I came home from school and there was a notice in the mailbox stating that the post office was holding a package (<----not the dirty kind) for me. I spent the evening dreaming about what it could be. A tiara? Candy? A pony? Oh the possibilities were endless.
Dad picked my
younger brothers and me up from school the next day and we went to the post office. I couldn't wait and opened the package in the car. It was a homemade period pack with assorted tampons and feminine products. Of course my brothers laughed hysterically and I was so embarassed. There was no card or return address. To this day I don't know who sent it.
