The Adventures of Stevie #17
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 #17 "Life is a Beach"
Dear Carlos,
There are shooting activities. One of them is archery. I tried it.
It's very sad when the arrow jumps out of the bow and falls down right
at my feet. I'm not strong enough to pull the string back far enough
for the arrow to notice I did that, so it doesn't go anywhere near the
target. I don't blame it. I wouldn't either. Ha ha. We shoot rifles
too, with 22LR rounds. The targets are too far away for me to see them
well enough to aim for them, so before the shooting I walked up to them
so I could set them in my mind and walked back. Then I shot them. I did
it so the counselor who ran the range didn't see I did it with my eyes
closed. Getting the shots in the bullseye was too easy, so I made an X
over it with the bullet holes, just like I do at school. The other
activity I call shooting too, is darts. I never did darts before. I'm
not strong enough to throw them straight so I have to arc them over and
to the target. They land at an angle. The older campers laughed at
that. I didn't mind because I can hit any place on the target I want,
exactly. It was so easy I got bored really fast, so I made a game to
myself making fancy patterns with the darts on the target and not
caring about the score. I don't think anybody noticed it, and that I
wasn't really looking at what I was doing. I did have fun there because
of Mike. Whenever he hit near where he was aiming at, he would yell
"Forsooth!" Everybody knew how well he was doing. Or not. Ha ha.
I like the arts and crafts activity. I already know how to do
everything there but 2 things I never did before. Basket weaving and
braiding lanyards. I found out my strong fingers are very good for
those things. I can go very fast and pull the weaving and braiding
really tight when it should be. I like it so much I'm making things for
the other campers too. I don't mind if they tell their parents they
made them themselves. Ha ha. The counselors are asking me to make
lanyards for their whistles to hang from.
We went on a long hike along the beach today. I made a mistake about
what I wore. The last time we swam at the beach, an older camper picked
me up and threw me in the water. He got in trouble for that. He should
have asked. So when we did the hike I remembered what happened and
didn't put a belt on my shorts because I didn't want it to get wet if
somebody threw me in the water again. We were just hiking, not
swimming, so we didn't wear swim suits. The mistake was my shorts were
too loose and kept falling down, and letting everybody see my white
briefs underwear. Worrying about it made my monster start waking up, so
I had to hold up my shorts with my hands. That made problems reaching
for shells to add to my collection. No matter how fast I grabbed a
shell from the sand, my shorts fell before my hands could get back to
them. Everybody behind me saw my extra whiter than white tightly
covered butt a lot. Go ahead and laugh! I'm doing that now. Ha ha. Then
a counselor picked me up and put me on his shoulders! That was a big
surprise. It never happened before. I never rode on somebody's
shoulders before. Everything looked different from so high up, and
shaky, too. My monster was rubbing against his neck and head. It liked
it. So did I.
After a while he put me down and my shorts didn't fall down! Monster
was holding them up. It was a good thing my shirt hung out and covered
it. I was glad I didn't have to use my hands to keep them up. Then my
monster started to go back to sleep. I knew that was going to make the
pants problem happen again, so I thought of Jeremy up there in front of
me, and that kept it awake for a while. Then it got too tired and had
to sleep. I tried real hard to think of what to do, then I thought of
putting a big rock in the waistband of my shorts to make it tighter. I
found a good rock for that, and bent to pick it up, and of course my
shorts dropped again. Enough laughing! Ha ha. I pulled them up and
stuck the rock against my side in the waistband, and it worked! What a
relief! Ha ha.
I learned a good lesson from the falling shorts. When you want to try
something new, it's a good idea to test it first in private before
making a fool of yourself in public. Unless you really want to make the
boys and girls behind you know everything about your behind. But then
I've been thinking what happened might not be such a bad thing. The
girls look at me more now. One of them never stops looking every time I
see her. She is very pretty. There is a dance tomorrow night. I wonder
who will ask first?
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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