My Life

I could remember riding up to Lake Sennerpeed New Hampshire and sleeping at a couples inn with about twelve or thirteen other people that I had went to a camp called camp E.C.H.O with in the year of nineteen-eighty-eight. So I rode up to the inn in January twentieth through the twenty-second with my friend named Jim, he drove me up there. I had got a picture of me playing a guitar in the middle of the couch with a disable women sitting on my right side and a disabled man sitting on the left side of me at the inn. There were a lot, and I mean a lot of snow up there. But I had a very good time when I were there. I talked to my friends and went out to dinner too and I also played in the snow too. Now it is the year 2004 and I go to a camp called camp jabberwocky and I love it there too. Although I could only go away for two weeks because that is all of the time that they are giving me here at the McLaughlin house in North Reading now and that is not to bad at all I could do a lot of walking down there and walking down to the beach on the board walk with all of the other disabled campers that is in wheelchairs and walkers and their counsellors too and of coarse a lot of art work too.