From my personal experience, camping as a kid was a bit of an odd experience. There are the random strangers participating in various sports, craft-projects, and songs around a campfire. I’m not saying it’s not without its healthy bonding lessons, both with people and with good old mother nature.
I’m just saying, it seemed a bit strange to me at the time and it still does at present. One activity I remember well was having to take the time to write updates to my folks in a hand-written letter. Well one boy had to do the same thing, except the stuff he wrote in his notes to his mother are beyond words.
Enjoy this 3-letter series from a son to his mother while away at camp…
Good you packt extra underwear. Since I had diyareeya. It got on my shoes but not my pillow. I’m having fun at camp and learning stuff. I rock at winserfing and kyaking. I’ve ate more push-pops then anyone. I’ve ate 23 since Monday. Still two days left.”
“37 is the rekerd and I can beat it. Sweet! I went horseback riding and the horse in front of me took 3 huge dumps. Smoke came off the poop. It was awesome I used my toothbrush to dig for werms. Don’t freek out. The guy in the bottem bunk lets me use his. Its safe. I don’t know his name but he can burp the alphabit like me. A kid named Zack can burp the alphabit backwords. I’m practising that. We put oatmeel in the counsillor’s baseball hat. It was pretty funny.”
“Oatmeel is bad mom. Even with razins. I shot a riffel. I’m a good aimer. Can we get one when I get home?
Did you know you can light farts on fire? I’ll show you on Saterday.
PS your spaketti is way better
PSS Tell my brothers to have lots of farts for Satterday”