Ricky's camp adventures
He was flying high when I picked him up last Friday, chattering all the way home while assuming typical cool teen poses in the car. No letters home though - "Didn't have time, Mom" - but he appreciated the emails I sent him. Arriving home, Steve asked him about camp. Cursory answer. I've discovered the boys talk right after an event, but their attention soon turns to other adventures and then the story dribbles out it bits and pieces.
His body is bruised and battered, but not broken. The counselors told me that he was the target of some hazing, but it appears to have been handled well based on questioning Ricky. Even though this was church camp, he did pick up some new words and discovered mooning. He has not tried it out yet, but I can tell he thinks it is funny.