I spent most of my childhood at summer camps run by the Boys & Girls Club in South Florida. By “summer camp,” I don’t mean the lush, rolling hills of Camp Minihaha Sleepaway. I mean its forgotten step-sibling: day camp.
The day camp of my youth had no bunk beds, water sports, or smores ‘round the ol’ campfire. Only a rusting playground staffed by overwor…
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