On 9 Aug 2010 18:11:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #26
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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. Summer camp just ended.
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>The Adventures of Stevie #26 "Last Day"
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>Dear Carlos,
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> 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.
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> 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.
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>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Great story, Grant - funny, sad, exhilarating, and poignant all at
once.
Anxiously awating the next installment...
Hugs,
Chad (NP-b24)
"Well, can't he just beam up?"
"This is *reality* Greg."
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