He hadn’t wanted to go. His family’s idea to move across the country had been bad enough without the added trauma of a summer spent surrounded by rowdy teenage strangers. In Burnaby there had been plenty of trees and far fewer mosquitos. His old home had never had to put up with acid rain, only the occasional oil spill. But camp was one of those things parents could make you do, like piano lessons or Judo. Worse, he was supposed to be grateful for this invaluable experience, as though his parents had done him a big favour. Camp cost
