On 29 Jul 2010 17:24:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #22
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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 #22 "Free Time"
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>Dear Carlos,
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> 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.
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> 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!
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>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
If I were Stevie, I'd be very suspect of this "Chad" fellow. I would
bet real money that he wants to pretend that Stevie's monster is a
microphone for him to sing into. (Or, perhaps 'hum" into...)
Great story, as always Grant!
Chad (NP-b24)
"Well, can't he just beam up?"
"This is *reality* Greg."
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