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This book is meant to be for a similar audience to 'The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe', ie older Christian children. It includes some elements not appropriate to younger children.
Chapter 1: A camp!
I found one
“Hey Ben, look! I’ve found one!”
“Found one what?” The thin, dark, black haired boy, deep in a bean-bag chair reading Robinson Crusoe, twisted and peered over his shoulder to where his sister, clad loosely in her mothers sweatshirt, sat at the computer using the internet.
“I found a summer camp with some room!” replied his sister. Twins, Beth and her brother looked identical except for their hair, which she wore long and loose, and her distinctly feminine hips.
The twins had recently decided that they wished to go to a summer camp. They wanted a camp with all of the rustic facilities, as they enjoyed outdoor living. Their house, a small, two bedroom, wooden, two-story stood several miles out of town on the edge of a large woods, had an accompanying barn full of goats. More important then outdoor living, however, camp promised a time to meet some more kids. They had grown up in this area, in this house, with the same kids in school and at play, and liked seeing new faces.
“Really? I’ll bet it’s horrible.”
“It is not! Has everything you asked for, a lake, swimming, canoeing, it specializes in archery, a special deal where you can do bow hunting, fishing…”
“And the cabins?”
“Exactly what we both wanted.”
“Oh, right, how can that be? You like it inside away from all the creepy crawlies, and I need a cabin deep in the woods.”
“They have both. The boys’ cabins, for you macho lunatics, are way out in the woods, along ‘secluded paths’. The girls all get to stay in the top of this really cool converted barn. They have a bathroom with hot water and baths, thank you very much, right at hand. The boys can’t even come up to the top floor of the barn. We girls can talk girl talk and wander around in our nighties without worrying about any stinking boys wandering through.” She said this last with a laugh, as her girl friends were always annoyed that her house only had the two bedrooms (they couldn’t share a room with a boy!). So whenever anyone came over, they would sleep together in the living room, which, it must be said, lacked any privacy, with the stairs coming down into it, and the kitchen, pantry, and laundry room all opening off it. She and her brother Ben loved their large, attic room, which they had shared since the day they came home from the hospital, but her friends hated it!
“Hmmm… sounds like it might be OK… what’s the catch?”
He came and peered over her shoulder. It took him only nanoseconds to see for himself. “What!!?! The Deeper Truth Bible Camp??!? Are you nuts? You think I am going to go to one of those lunatic, right wing, religious fanatic….” His voice trailed off as his sisters glare began to burn twin holes in his skull right above his nose.
“Look, twin-brother-of-mine-whom-I-love-dearly-in-spite-of-the-fact-that-you-are-a-moron.” She emphasized her words with her finger into his chest, “YOU decided, at the very last minute, that YOU wanted us to go to camp. I, your loving and long-suffering sister, looked up camps. I couldn’t find any because YOU had waited to the last minute to make up your mind. Then while YOU sat around the house crying and moping I spent HOURS on the internet searching EVERYWHERE so that we could go to the camp like YOU wanted. I searched on camp, swimming, archery, cabins, and everything! And now I’ve found one and you are whining and moaning because you may have to sing some dumb Sunday school songs or listen to some dorky preacher… Listen!”
“You do this to me every time. You wait until the last, last, last minute to say what you want, and then you complain about whatever decision, whining all the way there, and then you enjoy the heck out of whatever we do because at heart you are basically a great guy and I love you and…” Here she grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground, tickling him, “I would like it if you would just shut up and thank me for all my hard work, and that you are sure you are going to enjoy this WONDERFUL camp that I have found.” Five minutes, and a good deal of giggling and sweat later she had her thanks, and they both felt much better. A couple of hours later, their parents agreement in hand, they completed the on-line registration, and sat together poring over pictures of the camp, and wondering what kind of kids they would meet there, and how cold the water would be (and how annoying those songs or lectures or whatever those religious nuts would be).
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