This is one for the ages. Did I convince you about the merits of camp? Jewish identity…friendships for a lifetime…yada yada yada.
Lucky for me. My mother just unearthed this letter I wrote home circa ’84-’85 from Camp Young Judaea in Texas where, ahem…apparently things got off to a rocky start. Next time any of you youth workers are dealing with an unhappy kid, just show them this letter and tell them the happy ending. I hope you laugh as hard as my friends did.
Overheard in 2007: “Please give me more chumus on my falafel OR I’LL DIIIIIIE!”