Greetings from Camp Kendale! Yup, I’m finally here at sleepaway camp, and the whole experience has been amazing—at least it has been since I got over that whole homesickness thing. But, hey, that only lasted two days. Since then it’s been smooth sailing! And speaking of sailing, I’m learning how to sail a sunfish across the lake. But that’s not the big news.
This is! Yesterday morning I finally got my guts up to try the zip line. It took me the whole first week of camp to give it a try. It was a really strange experience. First, I put on this really ugly yellow helmet and slipped into this uncomfortable harness. The harness was attached to a big rope. Once I was all suited up, I climbed up a huge telephone pole until I reached a thick wooden platform. You wouldn’t believe how high up I was! I could practically see the whole camp from up there.
That’s when I made my huge mistake. I looked down. Gulp. Suddenly I just froze. I couldn’t move a single muscle. I just stood there like an idiot. The counselor on the platform told me to think brave thoughts. Actually, not just brave thoughts, but super-colossal brave thoughts. I tried. I really did. But I still couldn’t move off that platform.
Finally, I decided I had two choices. I could climb back down the pole, embarrass myself, and miss out on all the fun everyone seemed to be having, or I could hold on tight to the rope attached to my harness and jump. So I jumped.