I remember, when I was younger, spending a week each summer at a Christian retreat in the Poconos with my grandparents. I remember making friends, and becoming pen pals with very interesting girls. The first year, there was a group from an Oriental church, and my sister and I became fast friends with a couple of the girls. We would attend church every day, and we would sit with them. I remember my grandparents commenting on how funny we looked; two blond heads in a sea of black headed children.
I miss writing letters to old friends. Nowadays there are pennsylvania chat rooms
which is kind of like having a pen pal, because you get to know someone without "knowing" them, know what I mean?
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