I looked at his paper and all he had written was the word “camp.” I smiled at the boy and responded in my usual teacher way: “Camp is a great place to start! You probably made a lot of friends. Did you have a lot of fun? Was it the first time you were away from home for such a long time?” The boy responded as follows: “well my camp is in Mississippi.” I didn’t see my own face, but I think, if I remember correctly, I began to smile from ear to ear. I said to the boy, “Jacobs Camp?” I can’t imagine what the boy was thinking, probably trying to work out how this random teacher at his school, with an English accent, knew about his camp! A little shell-shocked, the boy said, almost questioning, “Yeah? HSJ?” It then clicked.