Letter To Self Dear Me Ten Years from Now,             Who are you now?  Are you the same person as you were when you were 17 going on 18?  Do you even remember who you were at 17?  I know a lot of people from school won’t remember you as the popular kid or the most athletic kid, or any of the things voted on for yearbook as a matter of fact.  It doesn’t matter because you are who you are and no one’s going to change that.              Have you continued to write?  Your teacher, Mrs. Quist, told you once that you were a good writer.  I hope you never shrug that off as nothing.  It is an accomplishment, not a talent that is acquired.  It comes naturally to you.  Don’t ever let that fade away, and if it has, bring it back because I know that’s one thing that you used to love and that helped you get through your senior year.             Do you remember basketball, all of the good memories that were made up until your senior year when it was about to be over forever?  You loved basketball and it was the only thing that kept you in shape throughout your high school years.              How many friends do you have now?  Do you still have that one close friend who would never leave you for anything, no matter how crabby you would get in a day?  If you lost that friend, go back and find them.  They deserve better than to be dropped for nothing.             Tell your family how much you love them every day.  You never know when something will happen where you don’t see them as much.              Don’t ever forget.             Sincerely,                          Yourself at 17