As I drove through the gates at URJ Camp Harlam on opening day I always heard the words “welcome home” as a drove by. To me, that phrase meant the agonizing months of waiting for summer at camp were finally over. I would immediately exhale and relieve the butterflies in my stomach. I had this same experience every summer for the past five years.
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