Speaking as someone who grew up as a kid in the 1970s, brilliant list.
Unfortunately, my mother sent me against my will to summer camp. One month of day camp and one month of sleepaway camp. I hated camp. I wanted to stay home and play with my friends in the neighborhood. I wanted to see all the tv shows and movies that aired during the daytime that I missed due to usual school hours. I wanted to be able to stay up late and sleep late, etc.
Camp was torture. Boring. And it didnt help that I got bullied by both campers and counselors. The campers and counselors that didnt bully me, turned a blind eye to those who did.
In one sleepaway camp I wrote home every day about the miserable time I was having and the abuse I took from camoers and counselors. After the month was up and I went home, I discovered that with the exception of 4 innocuous postcards of mine, they never mailed any of my complaints home.
In one sleepaway camp I wrote home every day about the miserable time I was having and the abuse I took from camoers and counselors.
_____________________________________
Hello Mother Hello Father
Here I am at Camp somethingorother
Camp is very entertaining
and they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining...
etc
Take me home oh Mother Father
Take me home I hate ?Renada?
Don’t leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear..
Take me home I promise that I wont make noise
or mess the house with other boys
Oh please don’t make me stay
I cant bear one more day...
:)
Wow, where was that camp? That’s horrible. Too expensive these days to send them and have them be miserable. They have to really, really want to go.
I hated sleep away camp too. My sister loved it.
I would beg mom not to make me go, but she would turn a deaf ear to it.
My sister was a Tomboy and athletic. I was, (and still am), a klutzy bookworm. I did not fare well at sleep away camp.
After the second year, my mother finally believed me that I hated it, and stopped sending me. Pure happiness.