A letter from camp

Dear Friends in Christ -

At summer camp when I was a kid, there was always time after lunch when we were forced to lay down on our bunks and rest. The only approved activity during rest time was to write a letter to your parents. Though the cabin counselor even provided pencils and paper, I remember writing only one letter in three summers of camp. Of course I LOVED hearing my name called out during mail call (my mom was one of the faithful ones who wrote every day), but I wasn't so good at writing back.

So before I leave "Camp Bishop's Ranch" here in sunny California, I want to write one letter from camp to all of you . . . it's written by the nine-year-old within me . . .

Hey!
Camp is grate! The food is awsome - no one makes us eat anything we don't want to and everything tastes grate! I walk the trails in the woods every day. I didn't get a tick sucking my blood but two other people did. The speakers are interesting, but there's a little too much sitting still and listening. I like the singing and the praying isn't too bad either. The part I like best is when I get to hang out and talk with my new friends (my cabin has people in it from New Jersey, Florida, California and Minnesota!). Since my bunk here isn't as comfy as at home, I want to come home soon even though it's grate here.
I love you!
Janet
PS - There's an art studio where we can make stuff and I made something cool!

. . . I hope these early days of summer are "grate" for you, too.
Faithfully returning home on Tuesday (I miss you!),
Janet+