Posted by: Ofer Aronskind | March 29, 2013

Rest Hour at camp

I remember back at camp how much we all hated Rest Hour — the hour after lunch when we were forced to stay on our beds. The thought of it now makes me laugh because I’d kill to be able to take an hour out of my day to relax, read the paper, maybe even take a nap. But back then we were up in arms. How dare the counselors make us sleep. You can’t force someone to sleep, we’ protest. How young and foolish we were. An hour out of our day with our bellies full laying on our bunkbeds reading comics and hanging out. Boy, talk about a rough life. And we’d complain no less. What were we thinking?

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