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[Mordy] Hi kids! My name is Mordy, and I’m nine years old. I’m really excited, because I’m going to sleepaway camp for the first time! Finally, I’ll get to be like a big kid — on my own, and free to run around the camp grounds and hang out with my friends. [Moishy] Not so fast, Mordy. It’s true that sleepaway camp can be a blast, but summer can be a dangerous time, too. There’s lots of free time, and grown-ups aren’t always around to make sure you’re safe.
Now that it’s summer, my parents make me go to shul for Minchah and Maariv every night. My father’s the rabbi, so I have to sit in the front row and everyone looks at me and I feel all squirmy and all I want to do is run away. But my father says, “Time you started going to shul, Pinky. Aryeh was going to shul at your age.” That’s me. Pinky Roberts. Rabbi’s kid.
Was she serious? Had Malky just said that she loved finals? “I’m sorry, Malky, I think I’m not hearing right. Did you just say that you love finals?” I asked her. Malky giggled lightly. “No, you’re not hearing things. That’s exactly what I said!”