Letters fom camp, 1977

In 1977, my parents sent me to a summer camp in New Hampshire for most of July. I wrote them letters or postcards almost every day, and they saved them. I've transcribed these rather than scanned them, as no one else should be subjected to my handwriting (or the cutesy 70's kid stationery). I myself had trouble with it, but have attempted to leave the incorrect spelling and punctuation intact. Dates are mostly extrapolated guesses from postmarks, and may well be inaccurate. Commentary from the present in [brackets].
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So, that was the documented part of summer camp. Somewhere in there, a girl kissed me for the first time. I didn't write it down at the time, but couldn't help but boast about it after I got home. She and I corresponded for a little while after camp ended, but not long. I didn't save those letters.

Dad had (and I often played) Allan Sherman's LP My Son, the Nut, so I certainly would have been familiar with Hello Muddah Hello Faddah, but I don't recall consciously imitating it. It was a funny song partially because it captured Truth.

This was my longest summer camp experience. A few times, my folks sent me to camp for shorter periods. I did eventually convince them that it would be cheaper, and everybody would be happier, if they just gave me a book budget and left me alone for the summer :-)