my name is todd.
this is the first time I have ever posted, but after reading the discussion on camping
I had to share my experience.
I was twelve years old and it was the last day at summer camp. My parents had just moved to colorado and I was dreading leaving the river and trees for my first day at my new school. The short version of this drama is that I was dared by my best (and only) friend dan (does anyone see the irony here?) to take my last camp poo over the rock and into the river. The rock was slippery, and I ended up IN the river, and what happened next can only be described as one of the most liberating experiences of my childhood. Nothing was ever said about that august afternoon, but after hearing that others have experienced a similiar freedom I might just call up my old buddy Dan and have a good laugh.
Thank you catapult magazine for giving me a reason to keep in touch with old friends.
Todd@troutlakehotel
Aug 20 2006
12:00 am
my name is todd.
this is the first time I have ever posted, but after reading the discussion on camping
I had to share my experience.
I was twelve years old and it was the last day at summer camp. My parents had just moved to colorado and I was dreading leaving the river and trees for my first day at my new school. The short version of this drama is that I was dared by my best (and only) friend dan (does anyone see the irony here?) to take my last camp poo over the rock and into the river. The rock was slippery, and I ended up IN the river, and what happened next can only be described as one of the most liberating experiences of my childhood. Nothing was ever said about that august afternoon, but after hearing that others have experienced a similiar freedom I might just call up my old buddy Dan and have a good laugh.
Thank you catapult magazine for giving me a reason to keep in touch with old friends.