I almost forgot to write this week. I’ve been very busy with all my other duties and responsibilities. Oh how I miss being young, not a care, and running around town playing games. It was a great time as I’m sure you know. Playing hide and seek, kick the can, picking up a game at the baseball field, or hiking through the woods. It still might be warm enough to camp there even with the cooler nights, which I loved to do but never did enough growing up.
It’s getting that time of year when it’s best to go camping down here in Florida. The summer is not like it is up in Ohio, and the fall is still warm enough to pitch a tent. A nice camp fire with a few burnt marshmallows doesn’t sound all too bad either.
You say you like to camp? That you even bought your first tent with your own money? What a great thing it is to be able to work for something you want and when you get it there’s that sense of accomplishment.
I have no worries about you when you get older. You describe yourself as resourceful, self reliant at times and clever. We need people like you, and your friend. The way you describe your friend he sounds much older than you, but I know you said he’s only a year older. Well, some people are born older.
Letter to Danny from The Broken Christmas Tree
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