Raman

When I was young, I would wait anxiously for the same time of year to roll around. I wanted June to roll around so that I could finally go to summer camp.

If you were a kid who went to summer camp, you know how magical it was. Camp was a Utopia. The vibrancy of life was always on full display.

Looking back on my time at camp as an adult, I’m filled with a sense of nostalgia, and wonder at the lessons that I was able to experience in such a short amount of time.