Inclusion, in nature
Photos by Ilana Bar-Av Fern Fest offers a week of communion for those living on the feminine spectrum JENNY BLOCK | Contributing Writer jennyeblock@icloud.com I’m not sure how old I was when I started going to summer camp.
But I do know that I have always loved it. The story goes that the first time I went, I called home crying — not because I wanted to come home., but because I wanted to stay longer.
It’s been pretty much the same story ever since. I love the feeling of camp. For one week or two months or whatever the time frame is, you are your own community, your own little world with your own rules and rituals and inside jokes.
It has always felt like a place of safety and belonging that I have never felt anywhere else. The thing is, when you’re a grown-up, there can be less opportunity for that sort of experience.