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“Camp is always all business.”

-Michael Strahan

            For four hours today, I was seventeen again, sweating in the Texas evening, running around the familiar forested campus with old friends, back at the same place that I have spent some of the best weeks and weeks of my high school months.

            This summer marks the first time in five years that I cannot go to camp because I am too old (and abject to authority) and I still haven’t figured out if I miss it, the time constraints, the inevitable downpours of rain, the braised-Kevlar burgers, or not.

            But I do miss the water balloons, the tie dye, the inevitable downpour of rain. And four hours of it just wasn’t enough.