A private thing

Written at age fourteen about something that happened four summers ago.

Originally published in the 1978 pamphlet titled “God is at camp, too”

At camp there are always friends to do things with and you can have a lot of fun just sort of fooling around. One afternoon after swimming we were playing with towels, throwing them in the air, playing keep-away. Somebody's towel landed up on the roof of the head counselor's cabin.

I decided to come to the rescue because I love to climb things. I said to one of the counselors "Lift me up on your shoulders and then I'll climb on the roof and grab the towel." So she lifted me up and I got on the roof.

Well, I grabbed the towel and began to slide back down to the counselor's shoulders. The trouble was she had moved away and wasn't looking at me. So I slid off the edge of the roof and fell on my back on the pebbly ground.

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