Essay

摘要

I never went away to camp, even though-or m ay be because--my father became president of the American Camping Association (ac a) when I was a kid. He liked to joke that my idea of camping was room service. I might have resented this had it been any less true. I suspected it was time to send my daughter off to camp even before the day the power went out in our neighborhood and she and a hungry friend tried to roast a hot dog over a candle. Absent electricity, they spent the days making ankle bracelets and playing board games and writing a play together because no power means no screens, no iChat, no Sims. So I wasn't looking for some fancy culinary camp or robotics camp or whatever is fashionable now, just for someplace that teaches the appropriate interactions of sticks, weenies and flame. With no plugs.