There was a time back in the early 90s when I wanted nothing more than to go to summer camp, the kind where you slept in a cabin for six weeks and your parents drank a lot in your absence. At summer camp maybe you learned more about who you were — Jewish, evangelical Christian — or what you were good at — tennis, violin. There was no camp for me, or if …
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