On 21 Jul 2010 19:06:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #18
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>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.
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>The Adventures of Stevie #18 "Love Is"
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>Dear Carlos,
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> Every week we have a boys and girls dance on the outdoor basketball
>court, with music and lights and everything. There are folding chairs
>under the hoops for people to rest. I was sitting there but not
>resting. I don't think I ever rest even when I try to sleep. The pretty
>girl who stared at me on the beach came up to me and stood waiting for
>me to ask her to dance. I did. We danced. It was not like I expected. I
>liked it! And her. Debbie. She has brown-red hair called auburn, brown
>eyes with little bits of gold in them, and she really knows how to
>dance. The fast dances like the twist were okay, but the slow dances
>were great. I have to tell Cosmo he was right. Knowing how to dance,
>even though I thought I wasn't any good, really does help. The other
>campers were watching us. Debbie liked that. I didn't think it was too
>bad either. Ha ha. My monster likes dancing close to her. I think she
>noticed it but she never said anything about it. I like looking at her
>very much, and I think about her a lot. So does my monster.
>
> George and Harry didn't dance. They sat next to each other and talked
>the whole time. They didn't look at the girls who wanted to dance with
>him. I think I know why. I think they wanted to dance with each other
>but didn't because boys aren't supposed to do that. I think it's sad
>they can't act what is natural for them in front of other people. I
>think I'm lucky, because I think I'm going to be bisexual when I grow
>up. It's good because I will have twice as many people I can choose
>from to love and do sex with than people who are only one way.
>
> Jeremy was at the dance too. I saw him looking at me dancing with
>Debbie. He looked unhappy about it. I decided to talk to him about it
>next time I could. I did. I said "I think you are unhappy I like girls.
>You don't have to worry about that. I like all kinds of people, but I
>love you. I will always love you all my life. You are the first person
>I ever loved that special way. I still love to dream you are hugging me
>when I sleep. Whenever I'm sad I imagine your gentle arms around me and
>I feel much better. There is only one first ever. That can never
>change. We can't be together because you could go to jail for a long
>time. I don't want that ever to happen! You know I'm going to love
>other people too, but you have to remember you are always special to me
>forever." He nodded and whispered "I love you too. I understand," and
>hugged me tight and cried. I cried too.
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> Then the camp director I call Mr. Insane came in and asked what's
>going on. Jeremy told him I was talking about a lost loved one and we
>cried together to make it better. Mr. Insane said "Oh." We stopped
>crying and Jeremy poked me and said "We're alright now?" I said "Yes"
>and poked him back. Then he tickled me and I tickled him back. We
>laughed together, then he got up and ran behind Mr. Insane to hide from
>me. I ran after him and chased him around the director, trying to get
>at him, laughing all the time. Mr. Insane was laughing too, then said
>calm down, and with a big smile told me to go back outside and play.
>I went outside but stayed to hear if they said anything about me.
>Mr. Insane told Jeremy "Well done. You are going to make a very good
>counselor." I was extra happy for Jeremy about what he said. I was
>happy at how smart and quick Jeremy was about how he explained what was
>going on. He didn't lie, but it wasn't exactly what he made the
>director think it was. I didn't know I could love him even more.
>I think it means love doesn't have limits.
>
>
>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Yet another great installment, Grant! And please forgive me if I
mentioned this before, but I really like your writing style - as if in
a real letter, handwritten and then put into an envelope and sent off
to Stevie's penpal. It harkens back to a simpler time. I anxiously
await the future adventures of our young hero.
Thanks again!
Chad (NP-b24)
"Well, can't he just beam up?"
"This is *reality* Greg."
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