UNA LaMARCHE
LIFESTYLE
TRAVEL
BEST
SUMMER
EVER
BEST
HUFFINGTON
SUMMER
05.26.13
EVER
HUFFINGTON
05.26.13
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Bug Juice for the
Pubescent Soul
FOR TWO WEEKs every summer between the ages of 10 and
13, I went to a Quaker sleepaway
camp in the rolling hills of eastern Pennsylvania. (I always like
to mention right off the bat that
it was run by Quakers because it
makes people who are familiar
with my general misanthropy and
tendency to snark about petty celebrity feuds look at me in a new
light, as though I might be filled
with inner peace instead of my
usual fillings of red wine and partially hydrogenated palm oil).
I never really fit in (I was more of
an “indoor” child, fond of reading
quietly and avoiding activities that
required shorts), but I kept going
back in the hopes that camp would
make me tan and well-rounded, the
kind of person who never cried dur-