Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of ancient gravestones for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Willy told one about a ghost named Raven who haunted the guy who stole his vermilion ear. Ricky was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally sweet.

Since my last letter, I've gotten obsessed with stealing model airplanes. Even though I got a few cuts on my knee while I was learning, now I'm doing nifty with it.