Campfires, canoes, and consternation: Camp through the eyes of an introverted mother
Summer camp. The very words spawn olfactory hallucinations of mildew, and a paralyzing fear that someone will make me play tetherball. For although I went to a popular girls’ camp every summer ages 9-13, I hated summer camp. For the purposes of this piece, the camp in question will remain the Camp-That-Must-Not-Be-Named, because it’s a […]