You don’t expect a person you remember only as an adult to also have had a childhood. Below is an exhibit that my mother, Mildred Mitchell Smith, really was a child.
Here is a letter she was sending to Santa when she was about 9 1/2 years old.
Notice the penmanship. She has some nice details in the first letter I. Her capital Cs are sort of fancy too. I can tell you, her signature improved quite a bit over time.
Her desires were simple — even for 1923! Well, she does ask for a BIG baby doll.
I love this woman with all of my heart.