Boy’s camp letters to his mom are the stuff of legend

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…

“Dear Mom

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.

Love,

W xoxo

PS your spaketti is way better
PSS Tell my brothers to have lots of farts for Satterday”