It's All About the Birds and Bees
When people hear I grew up in the big bad city of New York, and that I ran the streets of Brooklyn, they have a certain image. There have been times I liked that image. I liked to make people think I was tough, or I’d been around the proverbial block. Truth was, I hadn’t. I actually had a very innocent childhood and youth. Even though I managed to fool everyone and riddled myself with guilt, I was blameless. It was time for camp. Our church had bought a camp “upstate.” Any place with trees that was North of NYC was considered “upstate.” The camp was in the Catskills about 3 hours from Brooklyn. It was a permanent home for Camp Challenge. The main building consisted of dorm type rooms with a large mess. The girls were put on the second floor. The boys were housed on the first floor. I roomed with a girl named Elaine and another girl whose name I do not know. Neither were Norwegian. Both were connected i...