Charlie, in the red sweatshirt, middle, went to girls camp this year. This was her second year. We have lived in Maryland for less than a month; she's met some of these girls maybe three times in that time, and with no hesitation she is off. This girl does not know a stranger. She is fearless. And she had a great time. My favorite story of hers after camp started like this: Mom, guess what? I am really good at archery. That's how I had my chocolate at camp. They gave out Reese's cups for bullseyes. I had lots of Reese's cups.