My sweet, innocent, middle-child, sister is actually a creative, little devil. Around the age 7 or so, she thought it was a funny prank to fill out those little cards that are about 3×4 inches and can be found in magazines. By just inputting a name and address on the pre-postage paid card, the company would send something like a collectible plate with a Native American woman harvesting oats on it.
This sister of mine would also be sure to indicate that this person would like the “bill me later” option. Of course the only people she really knew the name and addresses of were neighbors. So if you lived on or around DeWitt Avenue in the 90s and you randomly received a collection of Precious Moments figurines or a series of plates with Native Americans on them, then you were punked by none other than my adorable, harmless sister.
