Laundry is the Indicator
Jane returned from her sleep away camp a little aloof, but basically the same kid. She was tired and slept for about a day and a half. She made friends, and had a great time in spite of having neither hot water nor mirrors.
Doing the laundry made me understand Jane’s week away from us. As I opened the bag, I was instantly transported back in time by the heavy scent of campfire. Glitter, horsehair and dirt fell out of the corners of her bag. It was camp, as camping should be.