For a place that had so many seemingly impossible things happen in it, Camp Claiborne followed a surprising amount of rules. Or, at least, we followed the rules. One of the way its rules and ours came together was through a little game that we would play every single time we
Tag: childhood
When I was a freshman in high school, I was friends with seniors who let me in on their favorite partying spot. It was secluded, private, and—best of all—incredibly creepy. It was Camp Claiborne, a military base built for and discarded after World War 2, abandoned and left to be swallowed
I grew up with a bayou at the edge of my backyard, and on the other side of the bayou, a field. We—my three siblings and a motley crew of neighborhood kids, kids whose afterschool care came in the form of grandparents who lived in the neighborhood, friends who lived in