Summer Camp !

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W. Peter Sanci Dec. 27 / 20073

When I was much, much younger, I had a very
frightening experience. It was so scary in fact,
that I didn’t speak for days after, and when I was
young I liked to talk. In fact my mother used to call me her little P. A. Announcer. Anything she would want anybody to know, she would just
tell me, and within minutes, everybody in the neighborhood would know about it.
So one day, she got this bright idea, she was going to teach me a lesson. So she started to feed me misinformation, about an event that was
going to happen in our family very soon. She told me that I was going to have to go to summer
camp that summer, because her and my dad, wanted me to become more outdoorisy.
Well I was so upset by this news. I ran over to
my nana’s house, and I cried and I cried. My nana said, “ Now now Piro,” That’s Peter in Italian, “ don’t you cry, ” “ Here sit down and have a dish of pasta. ” Which was my favorite.4


“ You’re parents are not sending you away forever, just for a couple of weeks in July,
and then you’ll be back home. ”
Well, I was so happy to hear that, I ate three big bowls of my nana’s pasta, which by the way was
The best in the whole world.5

The end !