This is my nineteenth post, for age 19, of the October Memoir and Backstory Challenge hosted by Jane Anne McLachlan. My previous posts: Baby Speed Eater, Two Tales, Curls, Most Magical Christmas, Kindergarten, Places, Mental Health in 1969, The Boxcar Children, The Little House Books, Too Thin, Four Square, Curls: Take Two, Scouting, Schools, Sophomore Year, 1979 Book Review, Library Assistant, and College Food.
I didn’t remember writing a letter to Santa Claus when I was a sophomore in college, but it’s in the stack of letters that my mother kept.
She even kept the envelope.
In case you can’t read my handwriting, here were my wishes:
- a dolly with golden curls who is good in math
- a teddy bear who knows all about circuits and resistors and things
- the newest computer on the market (but it has to be small enough to fit in my dorm room)
The perfect Christmas list for a sophomore in college with a brand new major in Computer Science. I started college with the idea of becoming a physical therapist, but a volunteer job convinced me that some people had a gift for working with the sick but I did not. By then, I discovered that I liked hanging out with the computer geeks more than the pre-med types. So, I switched to the major that got me all-night access to the computer lab.
The switch in my major meant that I was playing catch up in math and engineering. I was always looking for assistance — dolls and teddy bears would have been cool, but I relied on friends. We were still a few years away from students having computers in their dorm rooms so the last request was unlikely, too.
I suspect this was in response to my mother asking what I wanted for Christmas and that this response would have made my dad laugh but exasperated my mother.
How old were you when you wrote your last letter to Santa?