The Adventures of Stevie #22
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 #22 "Free Time"
Dear Carlos,
We have different kinds of free time. One hour after lunch is for
inside our cabin. One or two hours before supper is outside. One hour
before bedtime is inside our cabin. The other times are for cleanup and
activities. In the evening we have social things. Those are movies
outside or inside the big dining hall, dances, parties, music things,
and plays we can put on. Mike likes the plays. That's where he can get
to say "Forsooth" as much as he wants to. George and me make and paint
the stage parts. He's a good painter when he isn't making a fuss and
showing his muscles he hasn't got to everybody, but I think his kitten
pictures are his best. There is a boy in a different cabin who is 10,
who has the best singing voice I ever heard from a kid. He is very
popular in the music activities because he can play the piano too. His
name is Chad. He likes me and keeps trying to get me to sing with him.
I'm not very good. It's embarrassing.
Sometimes I sit with Debbie and talk. Other free times I braid
lanyards for people or draw. I like to draw people and trees. Trees are
easiest because they don't move around too much, but people make the
paper more alive and friendly. Most of the people I draw are from
memory or imagination. I have to remember the counselors don't want me
to draw naked people like in art class. That's stupid. It's not like
people don't know what's under our clothes. It's just skin. And some
hair. So I don't. It's funny how people act when they see my drawings
of them. They like them much more than photographs of themselves. I
didn't know why, and the kids don't know how to tell me why either. The
campers parents want to squish me like a tube of toothpaste when they
see my drawings of their kids when I give them to them. I don't want to
have my guts come out the top of my head, so I try to stay away from
them then, after one of the mothers whispered to me I make her boy look
nicer and more intelligent than he looks in real life. I think that's
mean to her boy. I didn't tell him.
Free time in the cabin is sometimes very interesting. There is card
playing. Some of that is goose poker, and they make funny faces and
noises when they get goosed. I think it's those times I draw their
faces their mothers like the best. If only they knew! Ha ha. They play
who has the biggest and a new game of who can make it jump the best
just before bedtime. When their monsters get tired, they like to have
help waking them up. George and Harry like to help the most. I think
lollipops would taste better. Our counselor doesn't care about this. He
said it's normal for boys to play like that, but to stop right away if
somebody else comes. Winston is The Lookout for that. He is always
watching everything and everybody anyway, so it's not extra for him. I
signal him if I hear anybody coming.
We are not supposed to go into the woods in outside free time, but
some of the older campers sneak away to do it with their girlfriends or
boyfriends. I found that out when I was wandering around looking for
good trees to draw. I was very surprised I could have subjects for
naked pictures if I wanted them, right there in the woods. They never
knew I was there because I can move very quietly and find them because
I can hear more than they do. I didn't know why the counselors didn't
stop it, because some of them were campers here before, so they would
know all about it. That was before I saw 2 CITs, a boy and a girl
together there, doing things which helped me learn a lot about
different ways to do sex. I think the counselors did know, but didn't
want to tell the director, so they could do it themselves. I won't tell
either. My monster doesn't want me too. It and I have a lot more to
think about at night now. A whole lot more!
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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