On 5 Aug 2010 17:23:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #25
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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 #25 "Fire"
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>Dear Carlos,
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> 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.
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> 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
Hi Grant,
Am I the only one that gets the Chad and Jeremy joke? Too funny. I got
an e-mail from the guys this morning. Mac hasn't had dsl service since
he got back and they had to have the modem replaced. So they have the
latest stories. Mac said the campfire sounded like fun and that he and
Bone would have snuck around behind Stevie and hijacked him off into
the woods for some 'hucklebucking' (his word). Little Debbie wouldn't
know what to think, no wonder she was crying.
Well, this summer Stevie learned a lot about life and love and people.
He learned even more about himself. Now we can look forward to next
summer and what Stevie does now that he understands and knows what HE
wants.
Stay Safe!
Doc
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