Blogger Liesl Testwuide missed her son, who was off at summer camp—his first experience being away from home for longer than a night. She wrote to him every day, and couldn't wait to hear about the wholesome activities he was obviously doing with the new friends he'd surely make. The letter she got back was not the letter she expected.
Instead, it pretty much redefined the classic "letter from camp" genre, as established in the '60s by Allan Sherman's "Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh." Camp Grenada's alligators and malaria have nothing on this kid's tale of tremendous horse dumps, "diyareeya," push-pop binges, and the alphabet as it was meant to be burped: backward.
Here's the entire epic:
P.S. Can't wait for Satterday!