camp letters

Dara & I did manage to get along, but only if there was a wide gulf between us. Like an ocean, maybe. In this case, I was in Glen Rose. Not too far from home, but far enough.

More spoiling from my loving mother

all I had to say involved conspiracies. I was only 11. Sad, I know.

comforting words from my mother. I breathed a sigh of relief when I received this. But it was too late, we had all thrown away our toothpaste at camp.