When I was ten years old my mother sent me off to camp for four weeks. She needed a rest more than I did, I fear. How I loved it! I sang camp songs and wrote to my new-found friends all that winter and returned the following summer. As a matter of fact, I returned for six summers. Each camp experience enriched my life and taught me valuable lessons in tolerance and understanding.               My last year at camp I was a counselor, responsible for several seven year olds. I think