Good morning everyone!
The Camp Rockaway brochure promised every kid was a rock star waiting to happen, but they never met me. We hadn’t even arrived, and I was ready to turn around and go home. My heart beat faster and faster, like the world’s worst metronome, until it froze – until I couldn’t feel or think or breathe. Then, just when it felt like nothing but a jumble of clockwork bits, it stuttered to life again.