Female 18-25. 241 words, with song. Madeline: “Campground.”
From Charades by Paul Pasulka
Do you know that song - about the campground? That’s really what made me want to be a camp counselor here.
(Singing) Deep river, my home is over Jordan,
Deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground...
Oh, don't you want to go to that gospel feast,
That promised land where all is peace?
Oh deep river, Lord, I want to cross over into campground.
Oh, thank you. That’s only the second time anyone has complemented - no, I don’t want to be prideful. Or think about her. Anyway, Deep River? When I heard that over and over in my room all day every Sunday - while my family went to church. With the promise of a gospel feast? - I being so hungry and all - I just knew that one day I would cross over to the campground. So I saved all the money that I could from mowing lawns and shoveling snow, when I didn’t, um, give it to my father. He’s very Christian. He partakes of bread and wine every night. Sometimes even without the bread. And lots of times during the day. “Getting high as the Holy Ghost,” he’d say. What a saint. Some nights he’d even start talking in tongues. And chastising. Oh, believe me, I have been purged of all my sins - and I lot I didn’t even know I had. So, when do you think I can start counseling?