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my mother and i were running through some of our old, boxed-up memories the other night. we found things that made us laugh and feel nostalgic. it was really a beautiful thing.

one thing she found was a note that i had written in 1990 to her when i was at camp. here is the note including its original spelling:

7/8/1990

dear mom,

i'm writing to you by lamplight. it's olmost 'lights out'. (it's 10:30) so, if i stop in the middle of a sentases io'ul no why.

i went out for the 'moutin climbind' (it is on tuesday and you have to run 1 mile up a moutan.)

'survile' (you just try to survive.) and 'outdoor cooking' (just what you wanted me to)

i got hurt bad to day we where playing a game where you have to get from one side of the feild to the other whith out being tug. you see i was runing strait across the feild now one was chaseing me and all of the sudden 2 couslensers where shasing me and the first one was looking to see if the other one was still following him and then he ran into me and i fell down, then the next counsler ran into me and made my feet hit my fase and my back killed! and then all the couldrs came around me and made a wall, then the kids all kept playing but kept their distance.

i love it here at camp.

yours truly
jonathan moyer from spruce lake willderness camp.