artMong the many dreams the US offers its citizens, it has: that the child of America, at the age of eight, goes to an important experiences in their lives. They’ll be back every summer. They can learn freedom. They make bundles with people with a day greeting their kids. As an adult, a friend of me – no kidding – returned to the sanctified land in Pennsylvania where his summer camp once was standing, bought a land and built a house there. Whenever we visit, he will teach the ruins of the old dining room on the lake and go to a haunted view of his face.
I mentioned it because, among many broken reactions to flash floods in Texas Last week, there is one particular, and especially the sharp, in millions of Americans: a weighted milk-level of an unpleasant loss of an experienced sacred.
There is no real equivalent of these kinds of Britain summer camps. But with 26 million children in Americans each year, go to camp is not known from the summer itself. And like Camp Mystic at Guadalupe River Bankswhere are 27 campsites and staff killed by floodsMany long to go to high attendance generations of the same family. In a country of relatively short tradition, summer camp is there.
As a result, while the news of the floods began to destroy the weekend, there was a communication with communication between parents nationwide last week. The “unthinkable” is the word binding lust in the chains of the text, but what makes it dangerous is that, for many Americans, the mystic mystic scene.
You know the excitement and nerves of the youngest kids fall for the first time; See you, in the eye of your mind, the director of the camp, mirror wrap-around the sunglasses of balance over his baseball cap, the marshalling cars full of cabins. These camps, most of it runs over 100 years, run like clock clock. You can place the American Camp Association in US military management and maybe it just do. The idea of any harm is coming to your child in the summer camp is, in the minds of many Americans, which is farther than something happened to school.
However, as a stranger, when my own children are at the age of two years ago, I am angry with the whole thing. Seems cultured. Seeing your child conscious of a set of unsteady 18-year-olds from Europe and Australia, carried by a visa loophole, as nuts. The closest experience I experienced in my own childhood was a week of Brownie’s camp, and I hated every second of it.
This is not, I know, how many do I feel about my friends in America. Never die in movies like The parent trap and books like the age of the Meg Wolitzer’s age The interestsThe camp in which they first learned their tribes – in close Jewish camps in the northeast; In arts and theater camps and the YMCA camp network, where my own children (after launching a campaign to attract me) themselves after. No tech, no phone calls, with nothing to do. Up at 7.30am and 9pm lights. A “Bucolic” Camp in Rural New Jersey my personal dream: In a tree, in a lake, where there bear drills and snapping turtle and sometimes snake, plus no air conditioning, and – ugh – fun group.
And I’m wrong, as it’s done. At eight years old, my children were two weeks in the camp and a year later, before we left the US for good, allowed them to be allowed to return to three. Their brother, two years of their senior, have already taken full two months in his camp with Berkshires. And while this is not a meaningful experience in their lives, if they have a feeling that they are still speaking, despite a child who swears that New York is full of “crusty rats”.
It is inoculated against other nervous failures and makes change as not only live but enjoyable. In ours – and as parents in America this week is full of Texas, where the stories of a happening on mystics continue – it is a promise in the future.
