Letter From Camp

So when I was eleven, my parents sent me to Camp Pokanoka in Ottawa, one of my last Girl Scout events.

I learned to swim at Camp Pokanoka and (apparently) how to sum up one day at camp on a greeting card.

My mother texted me this photo the other day and asked if I remembered it - and then offered to mail all the cards to me. 

Of course, my first thought as a home-schooled mom was, "Where's the cursive?"

But maybe I was writing for posterity. The printing is probably easier to read.

Enjoy!