Going off to camp for the summer when I was a kid was a real East Coast thing. Growing up in LA, and living in the city, when I was nine my parents sent me to something called “Day Camp”. The “camp” was essentially a bus.
Every morning it picked me up and the first camp activity was driving around the Fairfax district for an hour picking up other campers.
Once we assembled with the
0 comments:
Post a Comment