Taste of youth / I miss you, someone

I still remember that conversation. I was twenty, young and free, gushing excitedly about an upcoming camp, about how much I loved camps, when I was confounded by the less-than-enthusiastic response of my friend ten years older. In my naivety, I had genuinely wondered how anyone could not like camps when they were, in my eyes, clearly so much fun. Now here I am past that age, understanding her…