The Adventures of Stevie #26
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. Summer camp just ended.
The Adventures of Stevie #26 "Last Day"
Dear Carlos,
The last morning at camp we got up early and had breakfast while some
counselors loaded our suitcases on the busses. Then we got on the
busses. Chad was on a different bus. Jeremy was still at camp. I missed
them already. We drove a long time. It was very quiet, not like on the
way to camp. I tried to sleep. I don't remember if I did. We got off
the busses at the registration building in the city. Our parents were
there outside to take our suitcases from next to the busses. There was
no time and place for campers to say goodbye to each other again before
we got in our cars and went to our homes. I think we didn't have any
goodbyes left, anyway.
This is what happened the day before we left, the day after the last
bonfire.
We all got up very slowly in the morning. The counselors tried to
cheer us up. We tried to make them think they did. George cried and
fussed and cried and fussed all day. Nobody minded. I think he was
surprised we took turns hugging him. We did some camp activities but
not very well. Some cabins and campers got trophies they won for
things. We didn't. We cleaned up and packed for the trip home which
would happen the next day. There was a movie in the afternoon. I don't
remember what it was. I don't think anybody else did either. After
supper we spent the time packing the rest of our stuff.
Harry had his camera out his parents brought him on the last parents
day. He took pictures of all of us, and every thing he could waste film
and flashbulbs on. Things got more interesting when we were getting
undressed for bed. Harry wanted pictures of the who has the bigger one
contest. At first the boys couldn't wake up their monsters. George and
Harry, and T-Bone and Mac, worked very hard to help them, and then they
could. Then everybody went crazy for each other's monsters, grabbing
and jerking them in a big pile of arms and and legs on the floor in the
middle of the cabin. It looked like a lot of fun. T-Bone was really
enjoying it. I was glad for him. He's a nice boy. It helped make up for
all the fun he didn't have with his biggest in his old cabin. I could
see by Chad's monster he wanted to do it too, and I said go have fun,
but he wouldn't leave me all by myself, and stayed on our bed with me,
holding my hand.
I could see Jeremy's head above the counselor's partition, and his
hands resting on it, with a funny hungry look on his face which was sad
at the same time because he couldn't be a part of the fun. I think he
was sad for me too. Then our counselor came back from his shower,
wrapped in his towel. When he was trying to go past the pile of
squirming boys on the floor, his towel somehow came loose and fell to
the floor, and T-Bone shoved it under my bed. We could see his monster,
and it was waking up. He didn't look like he was in a big hurry to go
to the counselor's area. Then he pointed it at each of us and acted
like he was shooting, and then he danced and wiggled it around a lot.
We all clapped at the show. Jeremy's hands were not on the top of the
partition any more, but he wasn't clapping. I think I know what he was
doing. I hope it was fun for him. I really do.
Our counselor went behind his partition. The show was over, but
something else happened. The boys started hugging each other naked.
They discovered their monsters like to rub against other monsters. I
thought that looked like it might be a lot of fun, and I really wanted
to try it. After doing that for a while, they all went to bed very
tired. Chad wanted us to try the monster to monster rubbing hug
together under the covers. I did too, but he said it first. We did. It
really WAS fun. Then we kissed and went to sleep that way.
Our cabin's last night together was more fun than any of us expected.
That was good, but I can't help thinking how much more fun we could
have next year at camp. I don't think father will have to order me to
go.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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