wrestling.
      One
      hot
      summer
      day,
      the
     
     
      front
      lawn
      was
      converted
      into
      a
      huge
     
     
      water
      slide
      covered
      with
      soap
      and
     
     
      water
      (I
      think
      this
      was
      an
      ingenious
     
     
      plot
      to
      make
      the
      kids
      actually
      take
      a
     
     
      bath).
      I
      had
      decided
      to
      sit
      that
      activity
     
     
      out.
      But
      once
      my
      kids
      saw
      me
      on
      the
     
     
      sidelines
      nice
      and
      dry,
      they
      couldn’t
     
     
      resist
      coming
      over
      and
      giving
      me
     
     
      great
      big
      hugs.
     
    

    
     
      For
      a
      one-week
      period
      Jack
     
     
      Acker
      (a
      former
      New
      York
      Yankee)
     
     
      came
      and
      led
      a
      baseball
      program.
     
     
      There
      were
      also
      biking
      trips,
      excur-
     
     
      sions
      to
      Maine
      and
      Montreal,
      and
      trips
     
     
      to
      water
      parks.
     
    

    
     
      By
      the
      end
      of
      the
      summer
      I
     
     
      was
      on
      the
      verge
      of
      physical
      and
      men-
     
     
      tal
      exhaustion.
      Imagine
      a
      job
      where
     
     
      you
      are
      on
      duty
      24
      hours
      a
      day,
      and
     
     
      waking
      up
      at
      7:45
      a.m.
      is
      considered
     
     
      sleeping
      in;
      Counsellors
      would
      take
     
     
      naps
      during
      rest
      period
      (we
      swore
      rest
     
     
      period
      were
      for
      us,
      not
      the
      kids);
      our
     
     
      only
      connection
      to
      the
      real
      world
      was
     
     
      through
      one
      computer
      that
      screwed
      up
     
     
      most
      of
      the
      time;
      our
      only
      form
      of
      TV
     
     
      is
      recorded
      Simpsons
      re-runs;
      having
     
     
      to
      eat
      meals
      called
      “Week
      in
      Review”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      (I
      never
      knew
      you
      could
      mess
      up
     
     
      spaghetti);
      missing
      things
      like
     
     
      Smarties
      and
      ketchup
      chips
      because
     
     
      they
      don’t
      exist
      in
      the
      States;
      and
      get-
     
     
      ting
      mad
      at
      friends
      because
      they
      never
     
     
      write!
      /
     
    

    
     
      In
      the
      end
      there
      were
     
     
      tons
      of
      tears
      and
      hugs
      as
      I
      watched
      my
     
     
      kids
      leave,
      knowing
      that
      I
      would
      prob-
     
     
      ably
      never
      see
      them
      again.
      A
      mere
     
     
      hour
      later,
      the
      few
      of
      us
      who
      had
     
     
      flights
      to
      catch
      had
      to
      deal
      with
      a
      sim-
     
     
      ilar
      experience.
      Camp
      is
      very
      intense;
     
     
      in
      a
      short
      eight-week
      period
      we
      enter
     
     
      another
      world
      where
      everything
      is
      just
     
     
      a
      little
      bit
      different.
      As
      I
      say
      goodbye
     
     
      to
      my
      co-workers,
      I
      suddenly
      realize
     
     
      that
      I
      wouldn’t
      be
      waking
      up
      to
      them
     
     
      every
      morning.
      We
      promise
      to
      keep
      in
     
     
      touch,
      but
      we
      know
      it
      won’t
      be
      the
     
     
      same.
      Living
      with
      someone
      in
      a
      room
     
     
      no
      larger
      than
      a
      study
      room
      bonds
      you
     
     
      together
      (if
      you
      don’t
      kill
      each
      other
     
     
      first).
     
    

    
     
      On
      the
      way
      home,
      |
      stared
      out
     
     
      the
      window
      watching
      the
      clouds
      fly
     
     
      by.
      Finally,
      I
      watch
      as
      we
      fly
      over
      the
     
     
      sandbars
      and
      I
      get
      my
      first
      glimpse
      of
     
     
      home.
     
    
   
   
    
     
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