LETTER FROM A SUMMER CAMP

Wed. After lites out

Dear Mom,

Summer camp is swell fun and I am having such a good time. All the kids are nice enough and I guess you were right sending me here to learn to get along with other boys my age.

My counselor's name is Buck and he is a real nice guy. My first day I couldn't get the wood craft to look right, and he said for me to take cooking instead. Now this cooking is fun except in baking you have to sift the flour so much. All the sifters are always busy so I used a fly swatter instead (don't worry mom, I used a new one), anyway Buck said my cake was the best tasting of them all and so did Claude, oh yeah Claude is our swimming counselor.

Swimming is fun too only guess what, everyone wears something when they go in the water, they acted sorta funny when I didn't. The camp director said something about sending me home, but Buck talked 'em out of it. I sure like Buck.

I was walking past the counselor's tent last night and Buck was having an awful fight with Claude. Buck was saying that Claude was stupid being jealous of a kid, and he could just pack his bag and go home if he wanted to! But I guess they made up 'cause it was real quiet after that. Buck could talk anybody out of anything I betcha if he wanted to. The kids still pick on me all the time mom, I guess it isn't any different wherever I go, but Buck is teaching me not to care as much.

Well, its getting late and I can see Buck and Claude walking down toward the lake, they go out that way every night after we're supposed to be in bed.

Maybe tonight I'll follow them.

Write soon Mom, and please send some cookies.

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Love,

Mike

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