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I arrive at the camp driveway. Young people wearing bright fluorescent safety vests usher me into the parking lot. They have big smiles and talk in loud voices that lilt upwards. You open your eyes and look out the window uncertainly.
“Welcome to Camp Kawartha!” one staff person exclaims at my window.
We stop at the lice check table and a staff person runs a wooden stick through your hair, looking for insects and eggs. You stare straight ahead. I’m sure you’re hoping they find something crawling, just so you can leave. We go to the nurse’s office next to deliver your asthma medications. We stand in the same line, but I can’t climb the wall between us.
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