“Well, you know,” she said. “You don’t live in a place with lots of Jews….”
Camp was okay. I didn’t have trouble socially. But the camp was full of yeshivish girls from “in-town” (whatever that meant). I found myself confused by the whole experience; yes, camp was interesting, but… it really wasn’t so amazing.
One evening, after night activity, I asked my counselor about it. “Why do I feel so different?” I asked.
My counselor tried to explain. “It’s because you’re such an out-of-towner,” she said.
I shot her a questioning look. “What do you mean?”
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