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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Date: 15 Jul 2010 19:20:03 -0500
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The Adventures of Stevie #16
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 11 in this story, in summer camp.
The Adventures of Stevie #16 "Great Inspections Unexpected"
Dear Carlos,
We have inspections every day after breakfast, just like they do in
the military. We have to clean around our bed area, and make the bed,
and make sure all our things are neat and folded in the shelves. It's
very easy for me because it's just like at home. It is NOT easy for
most of the other campers, even if they have been to camp before. It's
like they forgot everything from last year and have to learn it all
over again. I tried to help them but trying to explain the sheets and
blanket have to be tucked in "hospital corners" is not easy, even when
I show them 10 times. Most of them can't understand how I can make the
covers so tight a quarter will bounce an inch off the middle of the bed
when you drop it from shoulder high. It's so simple! You just raise the
side of the mattress a little when you tuck the covers in. That
stretches the blanket from side to side across, and raises it above the
sagging mattress in the middle. It's easy! Takes seconds. They couldn't
do it in a year. I don't know how they can be so dumb. It gets worse.
They can't fold their shirts either. There is another problem that
catches me too. SAND. We are very near the beach. Sand comes in with us
and does NOT want to leave. It gets in our clothes and beds and
EVERYWHERE. It's like brooms like to go everywhere but near sand, which
is invisible to everybody but the inspectors. We never get the best
inspection score. Who needs a stupid trophy anyway?
The beach is nice. The ocean is nice. What lives in the ocean is very
mean. They are called jellyfish, but they are not fish or made of
jelly. They look like mushroom shaped globs of clear jello with strings
that hang down from the bottom. That's what they look like in the
water. On the beach they are a squishy mess you NEVER want to step on.
They fight back even when they are dead. Those strings which hang down
from the bottom are called tentacles and they STING like bees do.
We have different boats we can use on the ocean. There are rowboats
and canoes. In the rowboat one person rows and it takes muscles I don't
have. Yet. So I just ride. It's boring. Canoes are a lot more fun. Most
of the time. Sometimes I use a paddle and sometimes I sit in the middle
of three boys. One of those times when I was in the middle, we went
sideways to a big wave. You don't want to do that unless you can swim.
You REALLY don't want to do that when there are a bunch of gigantic
jellyfish right where you can tip over onto them. We did. We got stung
a lot. It hurt. So did my ears when I yelled at the boy who was in
front for steering us sideways to the wave just before it hit us. Two
counselors came in a rowboat to get us while we were hanging onto the
canoe which was turned over. Jellyfish stings stop hurting after a
while. Then they itch worse than mosquito bites which we already had
too much of.
Harry, from my cabin, got stung by a jellyfish when he was swimming,
somehow up his swimsuit right on his nuts. We wouldn't know about it
except he keeps showing it to everybody. It's very hard to see so we
have to get close. I never did see any mark like a sting there, but
George likes to look at it and touch it a lot, and Harry likes him to
do that very often. Nobody else bothers now.
George and Harry like to play goose poker with each other in quiet
time in the cabin, and with anybody else they can get to play with
them. The winner of each game gooses the looser. Or the other way
around. I can't figure out if they think it's a bad thing or a good
thing to get goosed, which is when somebody grabs your nuts by
surprise, because it's not a surprise when they do it, and it looks
like they all like doing it and getting it a lot, even though they act
like it hurts. I think it's really a disguise for doing sexual things
they can't wait for lights-out to do. I can hear them going to each
other's beds and giggling in the dark. Then my monster wakes up so much
it aches, because it wants to do it too. I turn over on my stomach and
tell it to be nice to the bed. I don't sleep very much, but that's not
so bad.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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