“Hey, there’s a package for you!” my dad yelled as he closed the front door.
“A package for me?” I thought. I was 10 years old and had never received anything in the mail. I ran down the stairs.
The brown cardboard box was almost as big as I was. I couldn’t imagine this was for me but sure enough, there was a label on top of the box with my name and address. Who sent me this? And what could be inside?
“Go ahead, open it!” my dad said.
I peeled the tape off the top of the box.