One of My Most Painful Childhood Memories (Not Including Camp, Of Course)

Those that know me know I LOVE to tell stories! Especially about myself! One of my all time favorite stories took place in third grade....

We were given an assignment to do a report on the historical figure of our choice. Don't ask my WHY but I chose Duke Ellington (pretty cool for a third grader, eh?). 

Simple enough right? WRONG! At the last minute, our teach informed us that we would need to dress up as the person we chose. I WAS DEVASTATED! Had I known this would be part of the assignment, I definitely would have chosen Lady Di, or someone with less facial hair.

On the day we presented our report, my teacher FORCED me to draw a mustache on my face, and (SHOCKER) I cried! Of course she took a photo to capture that moment forever. Unfortunately I don't have that photo today, but I can still picture it in my head (permanent marker mustache on my face, red eyes, sad face. Ridiculous!), and here's a pretty good re-enactment of it:

Letters From Camp-Part 6

This letter is actually from the first camp I went to, which apparently made me cry a lot less. Look, I actually sound happy! And boy, was I full of surprises!

To check out past letters from camp, click here!

Letters From Camp-Part 5

OH WHEN WILL THE DRAMA EVER END???? Another delightful letter from camp to start your week off right!

Did my Mom and Dad ever pick me up from camp? How on earth did I survive such mediocre food? To be continued...

To check out past letters from camp, click here!

Letters From Camp-Part 4

I don't know what disturbs me more about the following letter, the fact that I seemed absolutely miserable at camp or the fact that I was obviously confused about how to spell the word "please". This is the third time I've seen "pleazzz" written in one of my camp letters. Where on earth did I get that from??? Anyway, here's another awesome letter:

Ahhh, nine year old Sam, so dramatic! I love "There is no fun whatsoever here". If you haven't read all my other hilarious letters, here they are...and plenty more to come!

Letters from Camp-Part 3

Ahhh, time to share another scary letter from camp from when I was 9 years old! Don't these ridiculous letters make Mondays more tolerable? For those people that feel bad for me after reading these letters: DON'T!! Ok, so camp wasn't exactly an enjoyable experience for me (for more on that, click here), but I had a great childhood, and I turned out just fine! Ok, back to all my pain and suffering at camp: