important letter you
Describe an important letter you received.
You should say:
Who wrote it to you
What the letter was about
How you felt about the letter
And explain why it was important to you
Do you think letters will someday be replaced by computers in the future?
Do people in your country write letters?
Why are letters considered to be more formal?
What kind of people prefer to write letters and why?
It is quite interesting to think of an important letter I’ve ever received. Nowadays, it is really rare to get a letter in the post, since most business and personal communications seem to happen by email. However, believe it or not, for a small child who really loves old-fashioned stuff, to receive an actual physical letter, carefully folded in an envelope, is something really exciting.
Due to an influenza I accidentally caught, I had to spend my eighth birthday in hospital. At that age, I hadn’t really received any letters before and certainly wasn’t expecting to receive one whilst I was ill. Therefore, it was a wonderful surprise one morning to be given an envelope with my name and address beautifully hand-written on it and bearing a stamp from overseas in the top right-hand corner.
The letter was from my uncle Chow. He was living in America at the time, and I was in China. He said in the letter that he’d wanted to send me a birthday cake, but later thought it unpractical over such a long distance, so instead he drew me a picture of an amazing birthday cake and a whole party with balloons and presents. As you can see, his letter was to wish me a happy birthday, and to cheer me up because it was horrible for anyone to be in hospital at any time, let alone for an eight-year-old girl to be in hospital on her birthday.
I was totally in awe after reading the letter. Turned out my uncle was actually quite a good artist. His illustration was really good, and the letter cheered me up and made me feel cherished.
To me, this letter was a start of a great correspondence between me and my, to me, ‘exotic’ uncle who lived overseas. He and I continued to exchange letters over the years, right up until the time he died. His were always hand-written, though mine moved over to being typed, but we never resorted to email, so the ritual of a letter thudding through a letterbox and onto the welcoming doormat of home continued between us long after many others had abandoned such an old-fashioned form of communication.