I’m not very good with keeping track of memories. I didn’t take time to log when my son spoke his first word, cut his first tooth, crawled, walked etc. I suppose at the time, I was in the throes of looking after him, playing with him and at the time, the event seemed so real, it seemed to occur everyday that I never thought I would forget. In looking back at the years past, I have forgotten them. Some things I remember with clarity, some things with a haziness of time, and some things not at all.

When my son went off on his Hindleap Warren camp, I remember it as the first of an increasingly less “firsts” in his life. (Of course, I’m sure he will do many more “firsts” that I’ll never know of, or never think of, but these are “firsts” in significant memories for me.) The very first time he goes away from home for more than 2 nights sleepover.  The very first time he goes away from home with friends.

So, when he wrote his first letter to me from his camping trip, it was another first. I thought I’d share it with you, as it’s very sweet in its simple way.

The First Letter from the Son to the Parents

Dear Mum and Dad,

I’m having a great time at Hindleap Warren. Today when we arrived, the people that worked here gave us a tour and they showed us our rooms. My room mates are P, Q, R, S and of course me.  The first activity we did was on the trapeze after lunch and the next was going to see the witch’s tree. For dinner, we had roast chicken and a jam donut. So you can see that we are well looked after and I think I’m going to have a good time.

Love from Y