July 29, 2010
Tommy called today...the last day of camp. Nothing like waiting till the last minute. I'm not complaining, I wasn't expecting a call at all. He answered all my questions with yes or no, only once did he elaborate. I don't blame him though, he has lost his voice. Apparently there is a lot of yelling at camp because he loses his voice every time he goes.
The only "incident" he told me about was a boy who tried to sneak out of his second floor room by repelling down the wall with bed sheets. The sheets ripped and the kid fell into a bush, spraining his ankle. Sounds just like a movie. They are at Disneyland until midnight and then Aunt Fissa will pick up Tommy, saving him from the overnight bus ride back to AZ. He will spend the weekend in San Diego with Fissa. Lucky him.
Question of the Day: Did you go to summer camp as a kid? What kind, where, did you like it?
My answer: Yes. Gymnastics camp when I was in (I'm guessing) 4th or 5th grade. Not sure where it was. I was not a fan as I recall. I also went to cheer camp at NAU when I was in high school. That was a fun experience. I have pictures of me in my dorky hair cut & dorky clothes that we thought were so cool then.
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