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Kids Need Camp

For me it’s about the sound. The thump thump thumping of a basketball, or the high-pitched quarreling over whether the carrom is fully in or out of Pocket Golf hole #7, or the music that wafts across the Magnet campus, providing the soundtrack of nineteen summers. Then there’s the stillness at 4:00. Everyone has gone home and I’m alone on the yard, the cars on the other side of the vine-threaded fence barely registering beneath the slight breeze that whispers

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Kids Need Camp

For me it’s about the sound. The thump thump thumping of a basketball, or the high-pitched quarreling over whether the carrom is fully in or out of Pocket Golf hole #7, or the music that wafts across the Magnet campus, providing the soundtrack of nineteen summers. Then there’s the stillness at 4:00. Everyone has gone home and I’m alone on the yard, the cars on the other side of the vine-threaded fence barely registering beneath the slight breeze that whispers …

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