Last week I went camping for the first time in my life. Okay, that isn’t entirely true—when I was in high school I worked at a summer camp and once a summer, for a weekend, we would take the kids camping. And once, I went camping with my sister and her friends in Maine. But those camping trips felt different—I was younger and resilient in a way that maybe I didn’t fully know, and they were often just for a day, and it was summer and warm and on camp grounds that were not particularly wild.
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Last week I went camping for the first time in my life. Okay, that isn’t entirely true—when I was in high school I worked at a summer camp and once a summer, for a weekend, we would take the kids camping. And once, I went camping with my sister and her friends in Maine. But those camping trips felt different—I was younger and resilient in a way that maybe I didn’t fully know, and they were often just for a day, and it was summer and warm and on camp grounds that were not particularly wild.