![]() ![]() They refused, and I ended up enjoying myself but was too traumatized to return to that particular wooded enclave the following summer instead, for the next four years, I bounced around from camp to camp, never finding one that stuck. ![]() I cried so hard and unrelentingly in the first few days that protocols were broken and I was allowed to call my parents and beg them to come get me. At ten years old, I braved the experience for the first time, spending two weeks in the Berkshires at the YMCA camp where my father had passed his childhood summers. My sister and I fall on different sides of the dividing line. A certain strata of middle- and upper-class America might be further categorized into two groups: those who take to summer camp-let’s call them “camp people”-and those who don’t. ![]()
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