Back in ’77 and ’78, I went to Camp Mystic. The pictures splashed over CNN, Facebook, and starting nearly every newscast showcase buildings I know the names of, I hold memories. In those two summers, I learned to ride a horse, shoot an arrow, and snorkel but not very well. We sang all the camp songs and did camp fires. I shot an arrow through my finger before the six weeks ended. We also played musical chairs with horses, played... Read more