Today was energetic, productive, busy – and, of course, that means I’m running late. But I’ve started!
Summer Camp Sex -- before the beginning
I did the math today, and figured out that I started attending summer camps when I was eight years old. The first one was a day camp run by the YWHA a few blocks away from us in Borough Park. They shipped us by school buses every morning to a park facility in Staten Island. It was so phenomenally dull there and I felt so completely lost, my chief memory is of anxiously wandering around the edges like a shy dog off leash. But I do recall our one overnight camping experience, if only because I was awakened the next morning to hot humid breath blowing on my face.
A fascinated little girl was mouth-breathing only a few inches away.
“What are you doing?!” To this day, nothing gives me the heebie-jeebies like being awakened to find someone’s face covering my entire field of vision.
“You’re so beautiful when you sleep,” she said, “you look just like an angel.”
I was horrified. I don’t know why I was, but I was, and I chased her away and avoided going anywhere near her until camp ended a few weeks later.
It amuses me now, but at the time I thought she was dangerously mad.