Camp was the one other time in our lives when we’d lived in a world that worked for us and our needs. Where we didn’t have to feel inferior for being slow or different. For being a burden. Where we could be ourselves without apology. In the building, just as at camp, we could easily visit each other and spend time together without having to rely on a family member, or a friend, or unreliable public transportation. The inaccessibility of the outside world, which so often left us isolated, felt very far away.
