The Adventures of Stevie #25
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 #25 "Fire"
Dear Carlos,
I told you about what we do in the dark, but there is something else
we do I didn't tell you yet. FIRE!
We all go into the woods to the special clearing in it where the
counselors put a big pile of tree logs and branches on the ground in
the middle, and light it on fire. It's fantastically beautiful in the
dark, with orange and red flames jumping up high and waving "welcome
and be happy" to us, and bright sparks floating around and snapping
like a thousand fingers to music only they can hear, and giving us a
special warmth we share with each other. We sit around the bonfire and
sing and tell stories, and just be with the fire and the night with
people we love together.
The last bonfire we had was 2 nights before the camp ended. We knew
we would be leaving the camp and each other very soon. This made us all
closer. Special friends sat together and hugged. George and Harry, and
T-Bone and Mac, and Tom and Tut, and Winston and Mike, and all the
boyfriend-girlfriend sets were together. Jeremy took Chad to sit with
him, so I could be alone with Debbie. I didn't ask, but he knew I would
like it. That's what love does. I waved to Chad and Jeremy across the
fire to let them know I was thinking nice thoughts about them. They
smiled and waved back.
Some of us were so happy to be together, and so sad to be leaving, we
cried a little. Debbie and I traded our tears with our kisses.
After the fire was burned down to just a gentle glow, we separated
and went to our cabins, very slowly. We were tired from so many
feelings, so we all went to bed right away. Chad still slept with me,
and we really did sleep that night, holding hands, face to face,
exchanging each other's life breath.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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