The Best Summers of My Life

Deconstructing the Impact of Camp

Photo by Tegan Mierle on Unsplash

My parents first sent me to sleepaway camp when I was ten years old. I was lucky though. I didn’t go alone. I went with both of my stepbrothers. And one of them was going to be in the same bunk with me. So I had some help. I had friends.

I didn’t learn until later in life that when my dad put us on the bus for those two months, he got…