I remember my visit to Zurich, in February 2015, for a European Karate Championship.
I didn’t see an much of it as I truly wanted, but I got a little view of this wonderful city in a same condition like I see it on this postcard. And ahh, it brings me so many amazing memories from that time.
Marco (/u/penguinsontv), thank you so much for reminding me of this city!
I have never been to India, but India reminds me of the old values of life. It reminds me of my childhood and then I get nostalgic about home, about Macedonia.
Athira says my name reminds her of her childhood. There was one Ivana in her first grade and was her only friend back then. It makes her nostalgic.
I remember my first grade. It was a little bit boring, because I already knew how to read. After a while, I just got used to the fact that I have to repeat all the letters with the children in my class. I had many friends. And time after time I started to lose them one by one. It was no one’s fault. It just had to be that way.
Or maybe it was my fault. Because I was different. I still am.
I never wore the clothes they did. I never put make-up in the ways they did. I always wore bracelets with dream catchers and evil eyes and handmade jewellery, and they thought I was weird. But I didn’t care. I still don’t.
I was weird, but I was me. And I love the ME I was and the ME I am.
And yes, that left me with just a few friends, those true ones, that accept my weirdness and we are together cool. I found a man that is weird with me, and it feels amazing.
And what more can you expect in life? I have everything I need.
I am so, so, so sorry that I was away for a while. Maybe you missed me. Maybe not. Who knows.
While I was away I received not so many postcards honestly, but that is all because I am moving to England next week, and I wanted to have some two weeks time brake, so the postcards wouldn’t come to the Macedonian address, but go there, to the English one.
This is what I got while I was away. Well, this is just one of them, hehe 🙂
But to me, it’s a card, and a letter inside. It has so many words, and I posted the picture of the text, just so you can see. It’s something in between, but I don’t get many letters, so why not? It’s a letter to me! 😀
MissSweetLady answered my question about her childhood. I asked her to tell me a little bit more about her childhood memories, and there she is, writing a lot about it!
I loved her story about her grandmother, even though it is a little bit sad, but those moments are the ones that change us as a person and make us grow and realize things.
Do you like scary horror stories? You are just on the right place, because I have one for you.
One of the many reasons why I love Reddit and why I love /r/RandomActsofCards. Thanks to /u/ljsweenes , I got a postcard from the USA, New York. I love those kind of postcards that hide a story inside them, and I love writing about it. It makes me fulfilled and happy. It definitely makes my day.
It’s not a simple postcard… This one is very scary!
And this is the story:
The story of the Sleepy Hollow is that some school teacher, called Ichabod Crane, is being chased by the :Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow”, thought to be Brom Bones, the town bully. Legend tells of the Headless Horseman riding every midnight, carrying a flaming pumpkin and sword. He would look for victims walking and cut off their heads. The only way to escape his attacks was to cross the old bridge, past the Old Dutch Church, at the edge of town.
Do you know a scary story you want to share from your town? We’d all want to hear it! 😀