I recently read a friend's post on Facebook describing how this time of year brings her the greatest memories of her childhood, spent in overnight camp. Camp friends are tagged and hashtagged sentences hold hands, all cheering for the best summers ever.

I hear twin sentiments from some of my girlfriends who are currently occupied with labeling clothing, buying the right shower caddies and acquiring an overabundance of Nike socks. In less than a week, many will be seeing their kids off to overnight camp – some for their second or third summer. They hope for lessons in independence, overcoming challenges unparented and making those unbreakable lifelong friendships. 

This past weekend, my son's 4th grade Hebrew school class went on an overnight retreat at Camp Harlam, the Reform Jewish sleepover camp. It was Maxon's first time at an overnight camp and I was curious to see if he might like to spend part of his summer there.