Dear 18-year-old Elizabeth

This is possibly the best peice of mail I've ever received (spelling and punctuation errors and all):

Dear 18-year-old Elizabeth,
Remember me?  little nine year-old Elizabeth who hates boys who think girls are wimpy?  I hope you're geting good grades, you better be!!!!  how is Browni?  (the mouse!)  are yiayai kai poppou all right?  or are they dead?  Are you still going to live with Gretchen and laura ina white house with green poka-dots with a snake a chinchilla and many other pets?  are you still a messy pearson?  what's your boy friends first and last name???  Sorry, sorry just keep me up to date!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Have you visited Mrs. Roche yet?  you better!!!!!!!  Do you still have nice cursive?  are you still goig to be an actress or a nurse or a vetaranarian?  are yougoing to go to collag?  I would if I were old anough!  Okay, okay, I wasen't telling you what to do!  Are you still writing in your Diary?  are you six feet tall yet?  Do you have a new pet?  are you going to get married?  are you going to have a baby?  Am I being anoying?  Do you still have that ecosystem book that the third grade class made in room 112?  by the way, how do you like being 18, able to vote, consitured an adult very miture!!  I like being nine!!
Do you still stick up for people like Marie??  (your old third grade friend)  is your favorite color still white or has it changed to blue or something?  can you read my writing?  please tell me the truth don't just be nice, I hate that excuse!!!!  are you still in to acting?  proububly not hu?  do you still hate your brothers or are they coming in handy?  just wondering!  is reading still your favorite sudjucte in school?  witch is your favorite grade so far?  witch was you favorit age level so far?  did you cross the street and look both ways when you were in the middle school?  and did Mrs. Roche jump out and give you a prize?  I hope so!!
                                                                                                    Sincerely, 
Elizabeth from the time machien

And this is what  I have to say for myself:
Dear 9-year-old Elizabeth,
Of course I remember you!  How could I forget myself?  I still hate boys who think girls are whimps, but there aren't very many of them anymore, which is an excellent thing.  Don't worry about my grades, they're fine.
Browni died in fourth grade.  She was followed by a succession of mice, all very nice, but after having one die from cancer I decided not to have any more pets.  I still like snakes and chinchillas, though I'm not going to live in a house with Laura and Gretchen anymore. 
Yiayia and Pappou are fine, both alive and well.  I'm still a messy, disorganized procrastinator.  I don't have a boyfriend at the moment, but that's ok.  I do have two exs, though.  One who is a complete jerk and one who I'm still very good friends with. 
The last time I visited Mrs. Roche was last year, I think, when I went back to Lindbergh to say good-bye to Mrs. Noble, our fourth grade teacher who was retiring.  My cursive, well, I don't use it a lot, but I think it's nice.  At this point I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be a nurse or an actress or a vet.  I am going to college at Wellesley (remember how we were so against going to a women's college?  I guess times change) for English, probably to be an editor or do something in publishing.  That is, if I can make a decision about doing pre-med. 
I have a journal instead of a diary, now.  Peter and Alex were too interested in things that had locks.  As for being six feet tall, well, let's just say I'm still waiting for that to happen.  And how can you ask me about marraige and children, you silly?  Save that stuff for a letter to my 30-year-old self!
I do still have the ecosystem book from third grade (but I never look at it).
I like being 18 and being able to vote.  I don't know if I'd consider myself an adult, though, and I'm certainly not mature.  In some ways I'm still a kid like you.  
I will always stick up for the underdog.  And Marie doesn't fit that description anymore.  We're still friends, even though it was tough going sometimes in middle school when we never saw her!  I don't really have a favorite color anymore.  Remember why we picked white for our favorite color?  It was because white is the color produced when all colors of light are mixed.  I love all colors, and I approve of white as a favorite color because I love love love the reason behind it.
It would be pretty sad if I couldn't read my own handwriting.  It is a little on the messy side, but perfectly readable.  Yor spelling could use a little improvement, however. 
I'm not still into acting, at least, not for myself.  I love movies and theater and who knows?  One day I could write my own play!  Pete's actually taken to acting recently, and you know Ben's always been in to that sort of thing.  You'll be happy to know that Pete and I get along just fine now (amazing what high school can do to a brother).  And someday Alex will grow up (I hope).  As for all those favorite questions, life is too short to pick favorites.  I loved every age and every grade.  Each one was different and fun. 
I don't remember if I looked both ways when I crossed the street in middle school, but even if I did I didn't get a prize from Mrs. Roche.  That's ok, though.  I think I can manage without one.
Love,
Elizabeth from the future