Summer Camp

Maine-02

“Hey, you awake up there?”

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

“Me either.  Been listening to you rolling around.”

“It’s so hot.  I’m sure I’m lying in a pool of my sweat.”

“Nice picture, jerk.  You’re just a wimp.  It’s warm, sure, but…”

“Yeah, but you ain’t sleepin’ either.”

“How could I be, with you rolling around and the stupid mosquitos buzzing?”

“Got a ‘squeeter on my peter, whack it off.”

“Knock it off.”

“I think ‘whack it off’ is funnier.”

“You would.  But I mean, shut up, you’ll wake everyone with your horrid singing.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Ha! I’m a regular Pavarotti compared to you.”

“Yeah, I heard you in the campfire sing.  You couldn’t carry a tune in a handbasket.”

“Says you.”

“Says everyone.”

“Right.  At least I can hit the target with an arrow.  And know how to canoe.”

“I’d rather hike and climb those boulders.”

“Do you think Jim will be OK?”

“Don’t know.  It was so gross the way his arm…”

“Shut up!  I don’t want to be reminded.  What if he dies?”

“Ah, it was just a mangled arm, he won’t die.”

“But what if he does?”

“He won’t.  That’s the end.”

“But what if he does?  Do you think he’ll go to heaven?”

“Heaven?”

“You believe in heaven, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure, but if you don’t stop being an idiot about Tim dying you’ll find out real soon if there’s an afterlife or not.”

“Ha!  You couldn’t hurt a mosquito.”

“There’s a ‘sqeeter on my…”

“Shut up!  I told you not to sing that.”

“What’s up with that? Everyone sings it.”

“Do you believe in God?”

“Do you?”

“I asked first.”

“But you keep bringing up these silly questions about God and Heaven.  Maybe you need to answer first.”

“Of course I do.  He is all powerful and all knowing.  If you do one thing wrong your whole life you go to Hell.  If you, well, what you hinted in your song, you go to hell.  Even if you think it.”

“Go to Hell for playing with yourself?  Give me a break.”

“No, it’s true.  God knows what we think and will send us to Hell for the littlest thing.  Maybe 99% of people will go there.”

“So he only punishes bad and doesn’t’ reward good?  Sounds evil to me.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Ah, come on, I was just joking, I’m not serious.  Anyway, what are you looking forward to tomorrow?  I can’t wait to go swimming.  It’s so hot I feel like I’m swimming already.”

“I don’ know, I guess archery.  I wish they had guns here.  The camp I was at last year had target practice every day.  It was great.  I love to shoot.

“I once saw a camp with snorkeling and sailboats.  That’s what I’m talking about!  Not the silly canoes and row boats.”

“The place last year also had go-carts.  That was a lot of fun.  I wish we had more go-carts and less hiking.”

“Go-carts at camp?  Sound funny to me.  I’m here to get away from it all.”

“Get away from what?  We’re 11, it isn’t if we ever get a chance to drive, but man, those go-carts are fun!”

“Hey, you kids in there, cut the racket!  You know the rules, no talking after lights out.  Now go to sleep!  It’ll be a long day tomorrow as it is.”

“Night-night motor boy.”

“Shhh, he’ll hear.”

“Who, the councilor or God?”

“Shut up.”

“’night.”

“’night.”

— — — —

The fragrant, humid air last night reminded me of summer camp.  I started thinking of a late night conversation and the voices took over….

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