Last year, my eight year-old son went to summer camp. It was the first time he had been away from home for more than a night. An hour after I dropped him off, I missed him. By the time I went to bed, I found myself wandering into his bedroom, just to feel close to him.
As the days passed, I wrote to him daily. Each hour dragged as I’d wait for the mailman, hoping for just one letter from him. By that point I missed him so much, I began to imagine what he might write.
I fantasized I would receive a letter something like this: More
The link is broken, but I have one to share.
ReplyDeleteMy youngest son went to camp for the first time, so I bought him a couple of "throw away" film cameras to have him record his adventures.
Upon pickup day, I was going through his stuff so nothing would be left behind, and couldn't find the cameras.
When I asked him where they were, he brightly explained, "Well, I took all the pictures, so I just threw them away!"
I said "OK..."