My son came home from camp really excited for, "Color Wars!"
My wife looked concerned, "We need to pull him out - I don't like this."
"Yeah, I hated color war when I went to camp, I was always the one dragging down my crew," I shared - dredging up long repressed memories of summer initiations.
My wife's eyes got wide, "You are in this? Why didn't you tell me? You could have endangered all of us!"
Then I remembered, my wife grew up in Los Angeles - and not as a member of the "summer camp attending" class (although summer camp in LA seems redundant.) In her mind, color wars implied something beyond three-legged races and pop-tart eating contests.
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